May God (or that which we pray to) watch over the world, and may all persons think with fair, intelligent minds.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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Beneath a weeping willow's shade She sat and sang alone Her Hand upon her Heart she laid And plaintive was her moan The mockbird sat upon a Bough And listen'd to her Lay Then to the distant Hills he bore The dulcet notes away. Fond echo to her Strains reply'd The Winds her Sorrows bore Adieu, dear youth, Adieu, she cry'd, I ne'er shall see thee more. The mockbird sat upon a Bough And listen'd to her Lay Then to the distant Hills he bore The dulcet notes away. F. Hopkinson
That pic looks like canoe country - Quetico. This to me is heaven on earth.
ReplyDeleteLet me say a double amen to fair, intelligent minds. They are precious when you find them.