Photo & Poem Gallery

Everything an Indian does is in a circle and that is because the power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round...The sky is round and I have heard the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars.

Hold high the woof, dear friends, that we may see 
The cunning mixture of its colours rare. 
Nothing in nature purposely is fair,— 
Her beauties in their freedom disagree; 
But here all vivid dyes that garish be, 

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach.

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   

Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun

Hello young lovers, whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight,
I've been in love like you
Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star,
Be brave and faithful and true,
Cling very close to each other tonight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

Sumer is icumen in                      Summer has arrived
Lhude sing cuccu                         Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Groweþ sed                                 The seed is growing