Sunday, June 20, 2010
Onother view of natures war with man and his machines
Fallen Across the Road by Robert Frost(To hear us talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are
The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are
