Monday, August 10, 2009

Pleasure Poem

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.

Young Roofers

Young Roofers
Men Making

Fly. Be Free.

Fly. Be Free.
Man Ready to Hang ... Glide

Burke

Burke
A Man in the Making - 12 years old

Blackwater

Blackwater
A Man in the Mud