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