Saturday, March 12, 2005

The Passing Memory


To shoots of green these waters fall
The rain is soft and lovely
Perfume of earth through window calls
The woven wood beckons
I cannot go for many days
For this house holds such blessing
In dreams I sing like nightingale
The woven wood beckons

-Tim & Paul Frantzich

Photo By Hannah

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

huh, huh, huh.......wood

Rachael said...

Thomas,
Hi! I have been riding since I was about 10, so around 14 years now. I got into showing and have been hooked ever since. It's a wonderful escape after a day at the office. Thanks for the comment.