"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me, and be my friend".
~Author Unknown~
Welcome to my first homepage! I invite you to
walk along, and get to know a bit more about who
I am and where I am from. Better get your shoes and
coat, it's quite chilly this time of year
in Pennsylvania.
~BLS~
The Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood--
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke up on the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each Vagabond by name.
~Bliss Carman~
The Girl I Mean To Be
I need a place where I can go,
Where I can whisper what I know,
Where I can whisper who I like
and where I go to see them.
I need a place where I can hide,
Where no one sees my life inside,
Where I can make my plans,
and write them down
So I can read them.
A place where I can bid my heart be still
and it will mind me.
A place where I can go when I am lost,
and there I'll find me.
I need a place to spend the day,
Where no one says to go or stay,
Where I can take my pen
and draw the girl I mean to be.
This verse and music playing is taken from the
musical "Secret Garden".
