Friday, December 12, 2008





Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly,
Man got to ask himself,
Why? Why? Why?

Tiger got to rest,
Bird got to land,
Man got to tell himself he understand.

4 comments:

  1. Your used to recite that poem to you. My mom used to sing this song to me. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

    Chorus:
    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Comin' for to carry me home;
    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Comin' for to carry me home.

    I looked over Jordan,
    And what did I see,
    Comin' for to carry me home,
    A band of angels comin' after me,
    Comin' for to carry me home.

    Repeat chorus:

    If you get there before I do,
    Comin' for to carry me home,
    Tell all my friends I'm comin' too,
    Comin' for to carry me home.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Just thinking about you and wanted to say HI.......I hope your doing ok......D

    ReplyDelete
  3. Hey Euge,

    Hope you have a nice time in 2009. You know I'm always think of our tribe.
    Be yourself, happy shining one!

    -your zen tea pot

    ReplyDelete
  4. we are thinking of you Eug, wishing you well.

    Amanda, Harper, and Mark

    ReplyDelete