In a garden, growing old,
Loved by wind and sown by age,
Past the gate, and then behold
Leaves of green and songs of gold
Branch of bay and stalk of sage.
Near a mansion it does lay,
Shaded by a willow's mane,
And a shrub, with birds of gray
Always gone with yesterday
Perched atop the weathervane.
On one day, there comes a girl,
Her trodden trail never varies,
The fringe upon her skirt does twirl
And golden hair, with lustrous curl
Her hand closed tight with what she carries.
Upon a hill of dirt she walks,
Sinking down like oozing sand,
Among the young and tender stalks
All the meanwhile, softly talks
Of a nonexistent land.
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It was though some massive hand simply reached down one day, plucked me right out of the cornfields and dropped me into the suburbs. With Mark, I might add. Everyone assured me that the urban life would suit me, but naturally I missed the inherent freedom of five hundred acres. And as though I didn't have enough adjusting to do, I also discovered that I was pregnant the day we moved into our new house.
Six years laterthree years after the divorcethe farm remained in my mind. I would imagine hearing the rooster's crow in the morning, and I would smell hay on the breeze instead of exhaust. Sometimes I dreamed I returned
In a garden, growing old,
Loved by wind and sown by age,
Past the gate, and then behold
Leaves of green and songs of gold
Branch of bay and stalk of sage.
Near a mansion it does lay,
Shaded by a willow's mane,
And a shrub, with birds of gray
Always gone with yesterday
Perched atop the weathervane.
On one day, there comes a girl,
Her trodden trail never varies,
The fringe upon her skirt does twirl
And golden hair, with lustrous curl
Her hand closed tight with what she carries.
Upon a hill of dirt she walks,
Sinking down like oozing sand,
Among the young and tender stalks
All the meanwhile, softly talks
Of a nonexistent land.
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It was though some massive hand simply reached down one day, plucked me right out of the cornfields and dropped me into the suburbs. With Mark, I might add. Everyone assured me that the urban life would suit me, but naturally I missed the inherent freedom of five hundred acres. And as though I didn't have enough adjusting to do, I also discovered that I was pregnant the day we moved into our new house.
Six years laterthree years after the divorcethe farm remained in my mind. I would imagine hearing the rooster's crow in the morning, and I would smell hay on the breeze instead of exhaust. Sometimes I dreamed I returned
"Miss, miss!"
"Sit down Gerald. Waving your hand and jumping around will not make me choose you quicker. Everybody will get a turn. Now, Natalie."
"Yes miss."
"Stand at the front then. There. Nice big voice."
"whatididonmyholidays by Natalie Marsh. What I did on my holidays we went to the beach it was nice and su....sunny. I had ice cream and I went on a boat. The boat was nice. The sea splashed up and we all got wet. Then there was a shark and it ated us and we all got dead TheEnd."
"Very good Natalie. Well done. And you spoke nice and clearly too, but try to be a bit louder next time. Now who's next? No, Gerald, I will no
Current Residence: Viña del Mar, Chile Favourite genre of music: 80's hard rock, folk Favourite photographer: I have too many!...I guess Richard Avedon would be up there Favourite style of art: surrealism Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: iPod classic, silver Favourite cartoon character: Dr. Zoidberg
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali, Jacek Yerka, René Magritte
Favourite Movies
Amélie, Gattaca
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GN'R, Queen, Florence + the Machine, Regina Spektor