Sunday, January 6, 2013

Oh, Canada

Sweetie and I have spent many precious days north of the border. Too often we overlook the great neighbors we have up there. Most Americans can't even name the capital city of our closest ally and friend. Can you? Here Tom Brokaw explains Canada to American's. No spoiler; he won't be answering the question for you.

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Sweet Lines of Poetry

"The Rose"

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Written by Amanda Mcbroom