Originally Posted by
top506
On long climbs:
"God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers"
Top.
The man could write, couldn't he.
Where the earth shows its bones
of wind-broken stone,
And the sea and sky are one,
I'm all out of time, my blood sings with wine,
And I'm running nak'd in the sun;
There's God in the trees,
I'm weak in the knees,
And the sky is a painful blue;
I'd like to look around,
but honey, all I see is you.