…is less deadly than the female. A rewording of Kipling, I believe.
No poem today guys – nothing inspired me today.
All twisted up No where to run to The world on a tilt Slipping and sliding Nothing to hold onto Where is my saving grace? My God, my Saviour In Him I trust Setting the world aright My God, my Saviour *Poem and picture are both mine*
Was this photo taken during the night or in the daylight? You decide….
A sunset on the farm