The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling their hearts around circular tracks
Pretending forever their masquerade towers
Are not really riddled with widening cracks
And I wave goodbye to iron
And smile hello to the air
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Cedar of War
We took Grace for a walk at the battlefield this afternoon to soak in the perfect 70 degree, cloud free day. It wasn't the right time of day for classic photos, but this tree at least looked cool in person.
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I love this shot!
Thank you!
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