All The Foundations Are Shaken
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Of Wordsworth and Shelley and Coleridge;
of my Mother and of my Father;
of my Siblings, bold and wild,
quiet and pondering;
of Lewis and MacDonald;
of scripts long past;
of fairy tales and fables;
of the Beloved Lady
windswept landscapes
and heights ablaze at dawn;
of lifeblood and humility
and humanity's passing;
from birth and rearing and in living;
thankful splendor of life's drifting.
4 comments
2010-11-15T04:35:43Z
Absolutely stunning. I had many flashbacks to living in Tennessee with this one. Thank you for the 105-degree Beale Street nostalgia!
2010-11-11T19:09:34Z
I have been singing sunshine all week. This mix is really beautiful. I tell you that all of the time, but this one certainly reminds me of home. Somehow that makes breathing easier in California. I miss the Midwest wind and the southern symphony of rain and dirt roads.
This is a genius mix, thank you Sparrow.
2011-02-03T06:44:38Z
really chill mix! love it <3