If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Went out like a lion, huh? The robins are down here in west central Illinois, Mark.. They'll be there soon. And your crocus are probably blooming, they're just hiding under the snow.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful spring!
Dannie & Shirley Kirby
Oh I know you don't want that snow NOW - - - but it sure is pretty!!!!
ReplyDeleteWell, the look is the same here in Northern Michigan. It has been snowing on and off all day today. We still have a good foot of snow in our yard and where we have shoveled/plowed this winter, we have three or more feet. UGH!!! Downstate my Mom has a few flowers coming up, as they have no snow just 2 hours south of us. Spring will come....EVENTUALLY!!!
ReplyDeleteHey Mark; Guess winter wanted to play an April Fool's joke on you. Both Wayne and I enjoyed the snow pictures. Today it was 70 degrees; it started rainy, but then we had some sun this afternoon. It won't be long before I'm going to have to cut the grass :)
ReplyDeleteGlobal cooling.
ReplyDeleteMusta been the results of Earth Hour.
:)