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We ... Are The Architects of Our Fate we build the walls all these gates We construct solid walls they take them down let them fall then look around for Solid Ground until it's found I plant my feet Take a seat share a story of honored Glory My Father was a Carpenter a Master Builder they would say And I see his buildings every day Arts and craftsman my kind of build houses filled engrossing skill amazing will holes were drilled handhewn milled beams intricate details imparted to me you can see by carving wooden weathered leather hands It's good to admire though I do not aspire to live in one now I miss the farm in simple charms A time exsist my memories Queen Abigail of Chelsea a border collie she was our dog Willamina a hog or the name of a pig rooting earth she'd happily dig a silly gig She never was a meal Her funny squeal Saved her life had a horse named Cochise no wool from lamb that we could fleece you could not ride but would stand on hind legs and beg for marshmallows! I miss the Farm all the time it taught me life is worth living to keep on giving what I can. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
"The Architects of Our Fate"
We ... Are The Architects of Our Fate we build the walls all these gates We construct solid walls they take them down let them fall then look around for Solid Ground until it's found I plant my feet Take a seat share a story of honored Glory My Father was a Carpenter a Master Builder they would say And I see his buildings every day Arts and craftsman my kind of build houses filled engrossing skill amazing will holes were drilled handhewn milled beams intricate details imparted to me you can see by carving wooden weathered leather hands It's good to admire though I do not aspire to live in one now I miss the farm in simple charms A time exsist my memories Queen Abigail of Chelsea a border collie she was our dog Willamina a hog or the name of a pig rooting earth she'd happily dig a silly gig She never was a meal Her funny squeal Saved her life had a horse named Cochise no wool from lamb that we could fleece you could not ride but would stand on hind legs and beg for marshmallows! I miss the Farm all the time it taught me life is worth living to keep on giving what I can. Cherie Nolan © 2016
Very strange day.... felt terrible this morning had overwhelming day and finally some peace. :)
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
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