A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Don't Stop Believing


Heidi said...

A blast from the past for sure! They do not make good music like this anymore. Does that make us old Terri? Lol!

Hugs from Holland ~

Granny Annie said...

Great way to start out this week!