Monday, April 14, 2008

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves

among the fields of barley

I never made promises lightly…

…but I swear in the days still left, we will walk in fields of gold.

He’s in my heart tonight.

3 Comments:

Blogger Lippy said...

I think about him all the time.


I love you.

12:00 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

I talk to him almost everyday.

It's good to know we've got someone watching over us.

1:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just "MISS HIM "

2:53 PM  

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