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
A picture is worth a thousand words - - - and yours answers my question about if you still have snow on the ground!!!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a preschool child and we lived in Spooner, I remember waking up one Easter Sunday morning to about that much snow on the ground!!!
Cheer up - - - even up there in the northwoods, and even though it doesn't feel or look like it about now - - - spring weather really is just around the corner!