777 Blanton Hill Road (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 777blantonhill) wrote,@ 2008-05-16 06:41:00 |
|
June
Latest photos
"I DWELL in a lonely house I know /That vanished many a summer ago,/And left no trace but the cellar walls,/And a cellar in which the daylight falls,/And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow./ Over ruined fences the grape-vines shield/The woods come back to the mowing field;/The orchard tree has grown one copse/Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;/The footpath down to the well is healed./It is under the small, dim, summer star./I know not who these mute folk are/Who share the unlit place with me—/Those stones out under the low-limbed tree/Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar." - Robert Frost, 1915.
Latest photos
"I DWELL in a lonely house I know /That vanished many a summer ago,/And left no trace but the cellar walls,/And a cellar in which the daylight falls,/And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow./ Over ruined fences the grape-vines shield/The woods come back to the mowing field;/The orchard tree has grown one copse/Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;/The footpath down to the well is healed./It is under the small, dim, summer star./I know not who these mute folk are/Who share the unlit place with me—/Those stones out under the low-limbed tree/Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar." - Robert Frost, 1915.
