by Luc » Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:20 pm
theres a tree up on a hill where i used to go,
where i used to jump and play and cry out my sorrows,
where the wind was my friend and the rain gave me a hug,
i always used to smile, knowing i was loved.
And on top of that hill, there sat a willow,
its long arms reaching out to embrace,
my secrects i used to tell it,
never minding my intelligence, language or race,
i hate to say it's been awhile
but i visit it everday inside my mind,
sadly its only about a mile away,
things just tie me down, theres no time,
but one day i promise myself to go there one more time,
hopeing its not to late,
but memories remain, so i vist that place again and again,
going, in my mind, to that beautiful place.
"The error of youth is to believe that intelligence is a substitute for experience, while the error of age is to believe experience is a substitute for intelligence." - Lyman Bryson