Because you are to me a song.
I must not sing you over- long.
Because you are to me a prayer
I cannot say you everywhere.
Because you are to me a rose-
You will not stay when summer goes.
Langston Hughes.
Photo by Alistair.
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The Sunday Posts 2017/Mince and Tatties.
Mince and Tatties I dinna like hail tatties Pit on my plate o mince For when I tak my denner I eat them baith at yince. Sae mash ...
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Hullo ma wee blog, I should never re-read old postings because.......... As far as I'm concerned there are few rules to blogging. ... -
Life's tough you know Hullo ma wee blog, Jess was in mischievous mode. She'd been a pain this morning wanting attention all t... -
A Jackdaw lands on the roof. Hullo ma wee blog, Mornings, especially early mornings, are my time in the house. This is particularly true ...
2 comments:
Hari OM
Passed roses make great pot pourri though - scenting life long past theirs... jus' sayin'
Hehehe - elegant as always Alistair. Have a super week. YAM xx
Beautiful.
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