Friends | MuddyBootz: 5 days ago • Report • Link 0 DawnStorm: So your a bit on the crazy side ..lol x 5 days ago • Report 0 Finger5: Here's some medication 5 days ago • Report
0 Jolly jon: I would throw my hat in first! See what happens to that!! 3 days ago • Report 0 MuddyBootz: The Sycamore Gap. I was standing in all my glory, just watching my day go by. You didn't care about my story, you just wanted me to die. For 300 years I had blossomed, been cared for and stood proud. Met many a thousand folk as I was the centre of the crowd. I cared for many loved ones. My roots became their home, ashes scattered with so much love so the Sycamore they could roam. Then you came along, and as I watched you approaching me, I knew by your demise you just saw me as a tree. I rustled my leaves above you. Used my branches to create shadows, yet your heart was full of rage, why, nobody, knows. Now like the spirits around me, I am a memory but not gone. For I live in a thousand pictures, and my memory will live on. J. Boyle. |