It’s been too long since I’ve added something to the Library…..here’s something I wrote for someone I expect to see again.
When I was just a tiny girl,
My papa oft would say
“Clouds mean gales a-coming,
And there’s lightning on the way.
So run, set out the barrels,
We’ll have water clean and true.
There’s nothing quite so fierce as can’t make one good thing or two.”
So rage on, weather! I’ll take all that you can do! There’s nothing quite so fierce as can’t make one good thing or two.
I met a man named David
And I saw those axes swing.