The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
Speak to me of how you miss me.
Tell me the hours go long and slow.
Speak to me of the drag on your heart.
The iron drag of the long days.
I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day,
empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.
empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.
Speak to me... Carl Sandburg
I really love that quote, almost sounds as if you wrote it....great voice.
ReplyDeleteThanks Taylor! I think Carl Sandburg is a very under appreciated poet.
ReplyDeleteI'm just glad to see you got that picture up there....love it. Between the quote and the picture there seems to be an impactful theme throughout. Let's see what else ya got!!
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