Sunday, April 5, 2009

Nobody Knows It But Me

There's a place I travel when I want to roam, and nobody knows it but me.

The roads don't go there and the signs stay home, and nobody knows it but me.

It's far, far away and way, way afar, it's over the moon and sea.

and wherever you're going that's where you are.

And nobody knows it but me.

-Patrick O'Leary

1 comment:

  1. What a great poem - and the pictures totally fit it! Such a sense of serenity (which I happened to need today!) Beautiful shots!

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