Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Song Making

My heart cried like a beaten child
Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into song.

One was a cry at black midnight
And one when the first cock crew--
My heart was like a beaten child,
But no one ever knew.

Life, you have put me in your debt
And I must serve you long--
But oh, the debt is terrible
That must be paid in song.

Sara Teasdale, 1916

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Nearly Silver

24 years ago today:

Friday, June 03, 2011

Go Grand Rapids!

This looks like a happenin' place. I think we'll take our vacation here this summer!