Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
A Song and Prayer for Tonight
These lyrics
by James Quinn were adapted from Saint Patrick's Breastplate. My dad
particularly liked this song's meaningful simplicity.
Beautifully voiced, Elena. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom!
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