
Summer in the hills Those hazy days I do remember We were running still Had the whole world at our feet Watching seasons change Our roads were lined with adventure Mountains in the way Couldn’t keep us from the sea Here we stand open arms This is home where we are Ever strong in the world that we made I still hear you in the breeze See your shadows in the trees Holding on, memories never change
![WB_ah1 My Books.... Where are they.. All the words that I [gather] And all the words that I write Must spread out their wings untiring And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darkened or starry bright. ~ W.B Yeats ~](https://i0.wp.com/myreadables.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/WB_ah1.png?w=446&h=251&ssl=1)
My Books…. Where are they.. All the words that I [gather] And all the words that I write Must spread out their wings untiring And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darkened or starry bright. ~ W.B Yeats ~