Saturday, 6 June 2009

The Wooden Hill

Look up into the blackness of the night
The place to which a thousand dreams take flight
See as they dart between a sea of stars
And watch the violet strati as they pass
It's time to leave the day behind once more
To face the brilliant sunlight of the morn
So rest your eyes, lay down your weary head
It's time to climb the wooden hill to bed

By H

Night night xxxxx

3 comments:

Me, myself and I ;) said...

:) My favourite little phrase :)

LarryC said...

The new layout looks very nice. Isn't it cool how a little color can change things so much!

And that is a cool little poem, too. It always gives mw a chuckle to read abou you guys' 'wooded hill', lol. For a long time, I had no idea what it meant. :)

D.N.H. said...

I like the new design.