Away from these troubles,
>From all the pain that holds our lives in its' grey dominion,
Happy are we who, on powerful pinion,
Can soar towards a fairer, more luminous plain!
Our souls rising up like larks
We will sail in the morning high o'er the land.
Our souls being free we will understand
The language of flowers and of things that are still!
First day out in my TD, temp 55, both of us chuckling along on a nice
country road.......
Ah! Life is indeed full!
With no apologies at all to Baudelaire (or to William Morris),
Glen Eldridge,
Kirkland, Quebec
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