Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sunday Morning Peace

These are my Rocks 

This is my rock where I run
To steal the secret of the sun.

This is my rock where I come
Before the night has swept the sky.

Thisis my rock, this is the place,
I meet the evening face to face.
--David McCord



Amy DeTrempe said...


jill said...

Beautiful! Reminds me of our time in Nova Scotia, a place I would return to again and again. I think I could write anything with the seashore at my door. (Or maybe I'd be so distracted I did nothing at all!)