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.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
