(Click on highlighted text for photographs.)
The woodpile is smaller than yesterday
and today is colder.
Even so, the fire burns
and the house is warm;
I do not hope.
Hope is for the unbelieving.
I know death is a hoax:
When does the universe take
without giving back?
Text and photographs Copyright 2009 by David H. Roche
keep on truckin'
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
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2 comments:
Hi Dave. I clicked the link from your TCP post. The photos are perfectly suited to the text here! I understand the shrinking woodpile - I have one myself. And also a body that seems to lose energy every year, no matter how much fuel I feed it.
Great blog! I'll have a further look around now that I'm here.
Brenda
Thanks Brenda. Glad you came. I thought they worked well too.
Life is full of little things that make sense.
Dave
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