Monday, June 24, 2013

Miss you Bobby - three lines of so.




And the bush had friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit planes extended
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

1 comment:

dixiebelle said...

Thinking of you, Duckherder...