Oh land of farms and green hills mild Once formed by giants rough and wild With massive paws they gripped and tore With one great rip they formed the shore Where heavy boots left prints so deep Blue lakes remain 'tween summits steep The giants fought beneath our skies And from their bones our mountains rise
Shannon HaleHe smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.
Shannon HaleYou're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.
Shannon Hale