Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne'er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I'll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
Martha Haskell Clark, "Red Geraniums"
4 comments:
Wow!!!!! Cristian, this is amazing!
This one??? Well, I'm glad you like it. Maybe you're froggified and you don't know it yet.
You're not taking this stuff very seriously, are you? The work is amazing--I wonder why more people aren't commenting. ???
Well, I'm taking the work very seriously, more and more everyday (that's why I'm posting less), but for some reason, I can't take the results seriously yet; they don't seem to be following the efforts. One day, they will.
I didn't open the blog for comments, but they are appreciated of course, there's people behind them. It happens to me that many times there's nothing to say, and it is acceptable.
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