The saddest song,
comes from a broken heart.
A dream unseen, undone in parts.
But we have it, to hope again.
Travel your road diligently, my friend.
Where once was a snowy path,
there are blooms aplenty, roses to last.
A different game, the shadows play.
A different wind does sway.
But the traveler, the same.
And we have it, to hope, to gain.
It’s not the end, it’s not the end.
Leave behind a feather, fly away.
Strum a string, another for the day.
Sing sing sing, from the heart, where you are.
I can hear you, here, amongst the stars.
There’s one there, a mountain.
At the foothills of time.
You’ll find me waiting,
after your climb.
Go on, there’s no delay.
After all that’s come to dismay.
Drift off a feather, fly away.
And strum a string, another for the day.
Happy 4th of July! Or, as my son likes to put it : Happy Birthday to America!
He picked out the picture.
This has always been my favorite holiday because it takes place in my favorite month, during my favorite season.
Not to mention the day honors my favorite place, my home, where I have grown up and lived pretty much my whole life.
What’s great is that the entire country starts celebrating a week in advance.
And I love celebrating.
Enjoy the fireworks, everyone!
A short conversation with my husband…