View From The Glen
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Wind Broken Stones
Where the earth shows its bones of wind broken stones
and the sea and the sky are one
I'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine
and I'm running naked in the sun
There's God in the trees and I'm weak in the knees
and the sky is a painful blue...
Stan Rogers, 45 Years
Why even try to describe how the ocean makes me feel
when Stan's already captured it perfectly...?
August 8, 2009 at 2:13 PM
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