There’s a little place,
Not too far out of town,
Where I’ll go when I leave
this place,
You’ll always find a log
fire burning there,
And a light in the window to
find your way,
When you eventually stumble
over the top of the ridge.
You can sit among friends,
By then you’ll be deserving
of a seat by the warmth,
You’ll have done your bit,
Struggled bravely along the
path,
You’ll have cried your
tears,
And fought your battles,
So come rest a while,
We’ll be waiting.
bobby stevenson 2013
hello,
ReplyDeleteI have been a fan since a long time and I would like to pass on a blog award we give in our part of the world to the bloggers we think deserve more readership.
here is the link Please check it and I will be happy if you accept the award.
regards
asteria
all the way from India.
http://asteriascanvass.blogspot.in/2013/03/its-raining-leibsters.html
Thank you so much, Asteria - this is my wee blog where I put the more strange things. I would be happy to accept. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteits always a pleasure readind you,you write what we see and ignore..regards.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for your kindness. X
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