The Big Grey House On The Corner
A poem by J.F. Conant
He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Fun link
http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/
Give this link a try. Type in your birth year and sit back. The words scroll down by themselves.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment