They keep telling me to go lay an egg!
We Take Pride in our wildlife!!
Getting Dirty!!
Shoveling coal
The best..
True American
Gone but not forgotten
One of my hero's..
Yellow Rose of Texas..
He did this for YOU!
Quality family time
Ghost town of the old miners..
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, December 14, 2007
Tom Browning's Art Work
Friday, November 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Moon
The Moon
By Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.
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