Saturday, September 19, 2009

Summer's end

A song sparrow is singing its heart out in the oak tree; the black tail of a doe disappears into the brush on the hillside; and someone down the street is playing Peter, Paul & Mary: Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago. Young girls picked them every one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

2 comments:

CJGallegos said...

Beautiful tribute. The times they are a changin...

Apifera Farm said...

lovely.