Monthly Archives: January 2013

I love to lie beneath the arch Of overhanging boughs; I love to hear the swaying bells Of homeward turning cows. But oh, I love, when spring is here, When skies are blue, and streams are clear, To see the … Continue reading →

In a quaint, old southern garden, on a sunny kind of day, There bloomed a tiny blossom, or so the folks do say; Its little heart was golden; its petals fairest blue; It took them back along the trail to … Continue reading →

There are paths where the dancing feet are pricked By many a stinging thorn; But the roses bloom and the sunlight streams Where heart-aches oft are born. For the paths we tread are moment filled With the stirring pulse of … Continue reading →