What beauty have you seen?
Many changings of the sky
Two hundred and fifty years
Slowly pacing by
What wonders have you seen old one?
Marvels beyond my mind
Tell me all your stories wise one
Were all of those years kind?
Ninety thousand days
Not all of them at peace
No doubt you dreamt of freedom
tired of seeing only knees
What knowledge do you hide
Beneath your heavy shell?
Now that you’ve passed on
There’s no way you can tell
Newfie Hugs, Rose
That is too cute, don't stop writing because of one A-hole
he will be gone soon enough....they always are
Walt
Regis
A sweet tribute, Emily. Thank you.
Jill