When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
