The truthful moments are so few,
We hold the rest in disregard;
But if I could, I’d comfort you,
And make a wonderland of your
Front yard
The truthful moments are so few,
We hold the rest in disregard;
But if I could, I’d comfort you,
And make a wonderland of your
Front yard
Is the front yard a metaphor for something?!
I envisioned it as the ordinary parts of our lives that we dream of turning extraordinary, be that in a physical, or even intimate sense. So I guess the answer is yes.
Okee
Lol! That reminds me — I went past a street in the Midwest, “Owen’s Way” too quickly to get a photo. Sorry about that. 🙂
Lol. Every road you’ve never been on is Owen’s way, in my eyes.
ROFL! Love it!