William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
And she smiled and the sun rose with her
She spoke word into the wind and the limb and leaf lifted
Across the falling valleys you could hear her sing
The tall grass waves to and fro, her song moving them before touching the trees
Ontoward the fluffy clouds passing by
They carry her song out beyond tjis horizon into the next
And she sang a song of Freedom...
Pilgrim sitting before hearth and home
Deep within your cups
You remember that song..dont you
Your dusty boots sitting between you here..and there
Echos ring in your mind so loud that rain falls from your inner skys.
Maybe its time to remember your freedom..
Off you go Pilgrim
She spoke word into the wind and the limb and leaf lifted
Across the falling valleys you could hear her sing
The tall grass waves to and fro, her song moving them before touching the trees
Ontoward the fluffy clouds passing by
They carry her song out beyond tjis horizon into the next
And she sang a song of Freedom...
Pilgrim sitting before hearth and home
Deep within your cups
You remember that song..dont you
Your dusty boots sitting between you here..and there
Echos ring in your mind so loud that rain falls from your inner skys.
Maybe its time to remember your freedom..
Off you go Pilgrim