Song of Myself

Hello again,
   So, besides the fact that I am a horrible excuse of a blogger, I actually do have something to blog about! *applause! applause!* I listen to music almost the entire time that I'm at work since I do outdoor jobs +gardening and etc., hence I have been listening to almost three hours of (most) of the same music on my ipod this entire year, three days a week, and today...I heard a song that I hadn't heard before! I put my ipod on shuffle and it had never played this song before, and I didn't even realize it existed...until today, and it kinda expresses the way I feel to the 'T'. <what does that even mean? to the 'T'? I've heard it before but never thought about it... great, now I have to look it up or it will bug me all night.
HERE GOOGLE, GOOGLE, GOOGLE!

"The expression is actually "down to a tee" or, more commonly simply "to a tee". Either "tee" or "T" will do, but in any case the reference is to the LETTER of the alphabet.
This is clear when you discover the origin of the expression. It's actually a shortened form of "to a tittle", an expression in use in English by the early 17th century, with the meaning "to the smallest detail." (the variation appears by the late 17th century)..." 

-wow, well now I know. I feel much more enlightened than I did three minutes ago, and THAT ladies and gentlemen is the magic of the internet. 

 Back to what I was saying- so, a song started playing and I fell in love with it because it's how I try to live. God has blessed me with being able to enjoy the seemingly insignificant things and I can't fully express the joy I feel when the golden light of the sun setting washes over everything or having the wind whip through the trees so that leaves go dancing through the air. Life is so much more than living.  

So, without further ado, the song that I've ranted about:     :) 

Land and Sea

Poem by Miranda

Midnight stretch of land and sea

A heart on wing, far as the crow flies

And my father says these words to me,

“Nay, nothing is set in stone, you see.”

Mute and cold the walls do seem

Offering me no sympathy

Naive and ill prepared I they deem

As my heart too flies over land and sea

A time of light, and a lonely time of frost

My eyes search the horizon to see

Him returning over land and sea

To be only with me, but at what cost?

Empty saddle, empty call, stumbling, about to fall

Turn to father proud and tall.

“He won’t be returning over land and sea-

For his name is set in stone, you see.”

Dear Samantha Eloise Carter

Dear Samantha Eloise Carter,
The course to a battle we charter
Your trusting heart is what I did break
When this wearisome road is what I did take
Dear Samantha Eloise Carter,
I ner’ fashioned myself a martyr
I pray that you think it not unjust
That with my foes; only blood is their lust
Dear Samantha Eloise Carter,
Our love is something they cannot barter
So when I lay down in the scarlet
I will whisper softly “Please do not fret”-
Dear Samantha Eloise Carter’s cheeks are wet
But I will keep whispering “Please do not fret.”