how lovely it would be
to walk across this little bridge each day
leave the busy world behind
to enter once again
the quiet calm called home.
“praise the bridge that carried you over.”
ann arbor, mi, usa – on geddes road
– your silent tents of green
we deck with fragrant flowers
yours has the suffering been,
the memory shall be ours.
– henry wadsworth longfellow
arlington national cemetery
what it looks like when your french fry takes a stand.
“the only thing a warrior cannot fight is her own fierce nature.”
who knows when
the last bead will be counted?
“the first thing I’ll do if elected is demand a recount.”
image credit: melissa and doug – abacus