I love your pictures. I'm doing a home video with a song and your pictures seem to fit in. Here are some of the words. In summer nights down on the old farm I almost felt God's loving arms. While coyotes hawled and crickets sang, God used the moon to light the stage. Winter brings blue shadows on the snow. Longing for old love comes and goes. Like fire that fades in the old wood stove; soon the flame with be no more. Autum time for harvest. Will farmer pass the patience test. What will his years work wages be? From the band will he be set free. Spring thoughts are kittens, daisies and bird. Showers join with eath to give birth. We were in love and love grew more with time. Just as age makes mellow wine.
Wow, I meant to write just a portion; instead I did the whole thing. May I use your pictures? If not, how much are they.
Sinerely,
a 74 year old Great grandma.
Bobbye Cruce
