Eileen posted W.H. Auden’s poem, “As I walked out one evening” yesterday. I commented on this masterpiece but then decided to post my comment as well. To Eileen, title is obvious.
Grand Canyons are but ditches
Mountains are but hills
The towering clouds that scale the sky
Are but atmospheric frills
Yes these are Nature's marvels
Time flows as time must do
But perspective is in my favor
All dwarfed by my love for you.
This is a sentimental and epic story about a young man, injured in the Viewnam War, who returns to Dallas, Texas, in 1964, and begins rebuilding his life. Set against the rock and roll era of the early 1960’s, when casual sex and recreational drugs w
Ron
eclipsed forever by a heartfelt sentiment.
Michael D.
Anna
If'n yer the Engineer here ...
EWE better look out ...
Yew might just "Get Lucky" !!!
budd
Sandie
enjoyed
Peace be with you
William