![]() |
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Hero I could never wait until day's break to recount the flight of nights when dreams gave wings to random thoughts of princes, kings and knights that slew the dragon's might from heights and you were crowned a hero. I babbled stories of my hero. So, I can't wait until your bones are baked to celebrate your birth and life with words that others wish I'd never share. You still contend and I still dare, in spite of crap the world spat at us, to call you friend and hero. I'll shout the story of my hero. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.76] 2008-05-22 ME: Nada, nothing, well, maybe I went to Hastings and looked at a book on roses and watched CNN and drank some coffee and perchance I went down to Earl May to peruse the plants and mayhaps I called my friend Jan from Elma back east ... but if I told you, I'd have to shoot you ... ![]() BLOGVILLE: zwisis mentioned to me that topical entires seem to do best. And chicochica ![]() So ... maybe I'll do topical entries (like yesterday's) more often. I'll try to focus my topic better though. If it is too broad it becomes too long. I dream of someday doing the 'virtues'. But books have been written about those! ![]() Kansas: Calm at 00:00 and 63º; bad storms in Central Kansas. ** Image ID #1295354 Unavailable ** . 5044 |