November 2, 2003
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I see myself on
that oldest day
high on a cliff
somewhere, its brow swept
back with grass,
looking out to sea,
still lonely, and reaching
high high up
for the nets of angels
to haul me into
heaven.
I see myself an
iron-hard old woman,
having foaled my share
and spent my gift for
singing to them,
and gone on.
(written by me, age 24, before my children were born)
Deep Thought:Why can’t the ant and the caterpillar just get along? One eats grass, the other eats Caterpillars…Oh, I see now.
Comments (7)
Ok, how’d you do that? make a photo the background? Did you make a table?
yep, and put background=”oldest.jpeg”. I was amazed it worked.
yeah, it’s way cool it worked (the background)…
you should get a hotmail account and then you can get messenger and a passport and make an album too
you two are too good at this. makes me smile. great effect, Angela……
It’s Andrea, if you mean me. And thanks.
What I find interesting is that you were 24 when you wrote that….
(And I do feel better now, thanks for asking.)
Do you ever feel like the caterpillar – eaten alive before a chance to metamorph?? I like the picture. Keep up the good work.