| lay down | lay down your weary tune | lay down the song you strum and rest yourself | 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum | and let the morning breeze like a bugle blow against the drums of dawn | and be struck by the sounds before the sun knowing that the night is gone | and stand unwound beneath the skies and clouds unbound by laws | unbound by laws | and rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum |
June 13, 2013
Isaac
I sn't it amazing?
S ay it is. It's so
A bsolutely amazing,
A boy of mine to hold.
C an you believe he's here?
It's Isaac, my dear.
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
I haven't visited this blog for years, and had no idea you were still posting here! It is like stumbling upon a forgotten garden, where wildflowers still grow careless of man's care or attention. :) I love the poem in your header.
1 comment:
I haven't visited this blog for years, and had no idea you were still posting here! It is like stumbling upon a forgotten garden, where wildflowers still grow careless of man's care or attention. :) I love the poem in your header.
Jessica
Post a Comment