The high road
The road less traveled
The low road
That's only graveled
Shake a tree
And look at a map
Are we lost
On a deadend trap?
Get the gas can
and admit defeat
We're outta gas
We'd better beat feet......
"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Monday, March 28, 2011
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That was quick, Kathe! (You must really have gotten inspired!) Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely!
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful :)
ReplyDeletebeat feet!
ReplyDeletelove it!
That is great. I hadn't quite thought of it as a road. Silly me. You can find mine at http://annsshadowsofmymind.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteVery cool!
ReplyDeleteMy husband would NEVER admit we were lost! Enjoyed this one!
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