Bought the prettiest old writers desk painted Robins egg blue over dark red that is scuffed up at all the right places so it shows thru here and there, yesterday at the antique mall and even thou I cant find a place for it in my house (makes me sad) since I stayed home I thought Id sit down at it this morning just to get the feel of it. I decided to read a little, while I sat there and this is a partial of the first poem my book fell to when I opened it. And on her lovers arm she leant. And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went. In that new world which is old.... And oer the hills and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim. Beyond the nite, across the day. Through all the world shed follow him. Lord Tennyson I just might have to keep this old desk after all.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 18:11:22 +0000