hobbitpeddler

Like a tall woman walking across the hayfield, The rain came slowly, dressed in crystal and the sun, Rustling along the ground.  She stopped at our apple tree. Only a whispering moment, then swept darkening skirts over the lake And so serenely climbed the wooded hills. Was the rainbow a ribbon that she wore?   We never wondered.  It seemed a part of her brightness. And the way she moved lightly but with assurance over the earth. - Elizabeth Coatsworth I can't remember where I read this poem.  I can't even remember if this is the entire thing. I just remember that I instantly fell in love with it. So, if someone can tell me any

I really need to scan in more of my artwork... I have it all ready.  I just need to scan it in!  By the time I get home from work, I don't even think about stuff like this.  :(  I'll get to it eventually!  Thank you to all those that favorite and comment on my pieces.  It really makes my day! :)  I appreciate it.

At the end of the day you're another day older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living. At the end of the day you're another day colder And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill And the righteous hurry pasthttp://hobbitpeddler.deviantart.com/journal/?edit They don't hear the little ones crying And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill One day nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise Like the