Monthly Archives: September 2008
1973 Thank God for the country With bird and beast, Blue streams running With trout for a feast. Still waters do run deep And also this here country. Its’ beauty is refreshing, Its’ waters are still free. Skies remain painted … Continue reading
The wind howled hard An’ carried my father’s voice. I did not want to listen Though I had no other choice. The winter blow comes bitter An’ chills me to my bone. I hear my father’s voice With his unmistakable … Continue reading
My friend commutes throughout a big city, Where drivin’ an hour is considered a pity. He laughed when he found I lived two hours from town, And said the country is really quite pretty.