Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the colour of red flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and all day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the dutchess faced-horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: "It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."
"But that was not the same snow," I say. "Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely -ived the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunder-storm of white, torn Christmas cards."
Unknown "A Man " Loving - 15 years, 11 months, 15 days ago

Shoot for the moon. It matters not if you fail because you will land amongst the stars.

Unknown "A Man " Loving - 16 years, 3 months, 8 days ago

"Good night, Good night !
Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night
till it be morrow"

Unknown "A Man " Loving - 16 years, 5 months, 14 days ago

Our blood is still our fathers
and ours is the valour of their hearts.
Unknown "A Man " Loving - 16 years, 5 months, 28 days ago

I ponder here on the meaning of me
I ponder here on the meaning of we
Unknown "A Man " Loving - 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago