Old Things
I like old houses and old streets... The tree that shows its age...And that familiar color of...The faded printed page ...I like old shoes and battered hats... The wrinkles in a brow ... and fields that have not felt for years... The turning of a plow... Each month and moon of long ago... And every smile and tear... Become the music of a song... That leaves a souvenir... The world goes on from day to day... With love and flowers fair... And many are the hands that reach... For newness everywhere... But in my heart I treasure all... The things that used to be... And I am really happy when... I dream in memory.
James J. Metcalfe
This plow is now garden art at Flower World. I wonder what the story is. Blogging pal Anna at Flutter and Hum sponsors Wednesday Vignette each week. Click on over to her blog to find links to lots of Wednesday Vignettes!
