Sometimes I wish I could fly,
up, up, up,
way in to the sky,
breeze along, wisp past the clouds
feel the sunset along my wings
and smell the evening air; full of contentment,
the peace and quiet such a time brings.
As I fly ever further, towards the sinkening sun,
I wonder what may beckon,
my future uncertain,
except for one thing -
that it will continue,
no matter what it may bring.
Day always follows night,
isn’t this correct?
aren’t I right?.
up, up, up,
way in to the sky,
breeze along, wisp past the clouds
feel the sunset along my wings
and smell the evening air; full of contentment,
the peace and quiet such a time brings.
As I fly ever further, towards the sinkening sun,
I wonder what may beckon,
my future uncertain,
except for one thing -
that it will continue,
no matter what it may bring.
Day always follows night,
isn’t this correct?
aren’t I right?.




I now have the final running order printed out and we've selected the front and back cover photographs. They're pictures of an Avebury megalith and an ornamental toy heart. I'm really pleased with both
No photos are going inside it now, apart maybe from one in between the two sections of the book.
