And you, my heart,
Would you pass these aching hills
Along a path like this,
Hurrying into the trees ahead?
Who knows what ancient burdens
Lie buried there.
exiles child
Poems
And you, my heart,
Would you pass these aching hills
Along a path like this,
Hurrying into the trees ahead?
Who knows what ancient burdens
Lie buried there.
exiles child 
Beautiful. I love this and the photo is fantastic.
Jennifer
Thank you. These little poems seem to spring right out of the pictures somehow; I don’t have a lot to do with it.