Aug 21, 2004 23:46
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I remember reading that all the time off a poster in Mr Soules room during British Literature. Today my dad went to visit a friend in Ohio and my mom has been with her friends all day. The parent/son roles have been reversed. Ive had the house all day to myself, and havent really done anything spectacular. I had a weird dream last night, and I cant explain it, but I woke up feeling really alone. Thats the theme of the day. Every once in great while I will break from a routine and view life in such an honest and beautiful form Ill be able to say......so thats the damn point. But after that I only feel weird for not acting upon it, or being able to share it. Anyhow this entry wasnt supposed to make sense.
Life shant be long
--You come too