One of my favorite poems ... "Being but men" by Dylan Thomas - 1932 Being men, we walked among the trees, but fear, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking up the towers, for fear of coming to a silent world of wings and cries. When we go up children, could Catch the rooks sleeping, and break the branches, and were soft after the climb, he fell through the branches above our heads in wonder star infallible. Due to confusion, since the route, and the miracle that the person who knows the situationThe chaos would come bliss. So that's the beauty, we said that the children watched with wonder at the stars, is the goal and the end. But when the men went into the trees. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The towers / ravens / crows in the trees, you can imagine, are not real birds. They are made of black plastic garbage bags that appeared about 5 years ago and we see them every weekend when we go to the hospital where Rafe (TimberGeek) work units. Every time you drive by you take it out of the corner of the eye and swearare the birds. They do not disintegrate completely unbelievable that the trees again. Music: Trio for piano, cello and clarinet www.imcompetech.com Braun Silk Epilator Buy Now T Outliner Blade Buy Now Promotion Powerbright Transformer
