About2Rain

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming. November Evening~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sleep warm and comfortably as the fire crackles and the silver moon shines down upon us, and dream of nights we hope hasten on Evenings with honeysuckle in the air and fireflies winking everywhere. ~From The Old Farmhouse~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Little white churches, general stores, old barns and farmhouses...they are sadly fading into the past. They charmed and graced the countryside of the America we once knew. ~Times sure ain't like they used to be~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The edge of the haymow, all soaked in moonlight, dreams out there like silver music. ~Love In The Country