My Place

T'was in the windy city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, in concrete walls I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.

Rebecca



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Gigi

Or G.G. meaning Gods gift. I couldn't resist showing you her picture all prettied up.
We should be starting 4H dog training back up real soon. Never ever give up. So many things to look forward to with the coming of Spring. So what's your soon to be project for spring.What are you looking forward to?



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