You, Me, and #3 -- life on the road

Oh that I were of my time the master To make of it whatever I please - That, should the result be such disaster, Were I to...

How fair the dawn, how fine the frost Tender twigs encased in ice Sunrays, softly beaming, toss’d Fields of virgin snow e...

Dusk settles softly as the sun sinks low Summer days long as the waving corn rows Wind rustles soft through the trees as it...