FIELD OF STONE

Would You Lay With Me (In A Field of Stone) by Jonny Cash/Tanya Tucker

Would you lay with me in a field of stone?

If my needs were strong, would you lay with me?

Should my lips grow dry, would you wet them dear,

In the midnight hour if my lips were dry?

Would you go away to another land?

Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand?

Wipe the blood away from my dying hand,

If I give myself to you?

Will you bathe with me in the stream of life?

When the moon is full will you bathe with me?

Will you still love me when I'm down and out?

In my time of trial, will you stand by me?

Would you lay with me in a field of stone?

When the moon is full, will you lay with me?

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THE LEGEND

THE THORNBIRDS by Colleen McCullough

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life

More sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth

From the moment it leaves its nest it searches for a thorn tree and does not rest until it has found one.

Singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine.

Then, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale.

One superlative song, existence the price.

But the whole world stills to listen and God in His heaven smiles

For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.

Or so says the legend

FALL COLORS AROUND US

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Nature's first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold

Her early leaf's a flower

But only so an hour

Then leaf subsides to leaf

So Eden sank to grief

So dawn goes down today

Nothing gold can stay

by Robert Frost