I was a young man back in the 1960's. Yes, you made your own amusements then. For going to the pictures. . Well, the travel was hard and I mean. We still used the wheel.
Behold the mountain of the Lord. In latter days shall rise, hark, the herald angels sing. Hush, hush, whisper who dares. Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
A long wind, a weaving mind. Over all the land the wild flowers grow echoing kind to kind. On that day when I found the iron stone. Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain.
I am the question that cannot be answered. I am the lover that cannot be lost. Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier. For time is my offspring, pray what is my name?.
A strange thought just crossed my mind paid the rains back in kind. 'T was the thought of sweet May coming on. The days are running so slow, my heart is aching to go.
I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in. I wake up in the early when I start to begin. I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away. And I think about leaving but remain for the day.