Wand of Wonder

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Is it merely a place for plugs? NO!

And now, poetry:

Travail Son

To the Earth we fall.
Seven times up,
Eight times down.

Envying Life in Final Release,
Even the Dead are alive,
Dancing in the streets
With their hair untied,
While the living try and try.

With weary hands they lift the stone.
With bow shaped Scythes and Backs,
The living clear the Rye.

Yes this was already posted on my blog, but since you're all too lazy, I bring it here, no?