Friday, September 07, 2007
The trail to Riverside
When you go into the woods to play
becareful of the witche doesnt' make you stay
For it is the Teddy's picknick day
Mixed Medium
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched.
