........sitting alone on the hill, empty like a shell, but memories pervade those walls and caress it's inner soul, never leaving, always there, remembering, remembering ....the house upon a hill. poem by fogz
fogz .....Oh,oh I know her........she's a famous photographer......she buys rounds in the pub sometimes too..........didn't know she could write Patti. WOW......what talent.....(faints)...wakes up. Nicely done your talentedness. :)
Always remember - Follow the Yellow Brick Road, it will lead you to the Emerald City and OZ A very nice place to be. Trust me on this one, I live there. The Lion **** MY CAEDES GALLERY****Another Site I'm AT - MY DA HOME PAGE
"...here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)"
"The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web." Pablo Picasso
This has such a lonely feel to it, Patti and you words make it even more so. Beautiful image and lovely words. I must say that it seems like a terrible waste of a fantastic view though -
"Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile" .... mygallery
My 'puter crashed the other day so I'm trying to get my new one up and running. ;-( This new OS (Vista) is going to take some getting used to. Sorry I haven't been commenting as much as I would like to. ;-)
Steve
Ron