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Post by Ken Corbett on Mar 12, 2007 18:49:38 GMT -5
 alone at night, in deepest dark no track nor light to guide my steps cold wind rustles through thick branches setting moonlet lures me onward how did I get so far from home why did I turn my back on you I thought you did me wrong my love But I should know all flesh is weak I know there is no turning back I’ve hurt you bad beyond redemption I’ve only myself to blame for my plight driven to wreck and ruin by foolish pride Ken |
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Post by Solace512 on Mar 12, 2007 21:28:03 GMT -5
ooh very cool ken!
i like the poem that goes along with this.
where was this taken at?
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Post by Ken Corbett on Mar 13, 2007 7:14:46 GMT -5
Hi Solace!
I took this picture at a campground in Prince Edward Island, a Canadian province. The moon has risen over the sea, and is framed by the fir trees on the shore. I used a flash to light the trees.
I'm glad you like it, it's one of my faves.
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Post by Elle Rush on Mar 13, 2007 21:37:28 GMT -5
WOW!! It's amazing!!!!!
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