Harmonia Sacra Sunday

As a child, I always remember that “Hamburg Sunday” meant that most of my friends would be missing from church.

“We went the year that you were a baby. It’s really hot there in August” my parents would say. And that’s where the conversation would end.

Our little town of Singers Glen is rich in musical history. Around 1835 Joseph Funk wrote and published a songbook called “Harmonia Sacra” Eventually he opened a printing press along Main Street and at some point the town went from being named “Mountain Valley” to “Singers Glen” because of his musical presence.

Anyhow this songbook uses shapes notes and four part harmony and has been sung out of ever since. Some of the songs are very familiar. Some are not. Some are incredibly encouraging and beautiful. Others are-well depressing- like the song with about 20 verses that describes in great detail how individuals react to the stream of death. A lot is screaming and plunging at the end of every verse until you get to the last verse “To me, O death! thou hast no dread; Savior I come! Spread, but Thine arms on yonder shore, I see, Ye waters, bear me o’er, There is my home.

So that’s a quick history on the songbook. My mom grew up singing and loving all parts of the culture/experience. My dad- a Pennsylvania native was unfamiliar with the songbook and every time the book is brought out, no less than 2 hours of warbling ensues, and his tolerance/appreciation of the art is not quite as high.

And their daughters fall somewhere in between their parents on love for Harmonia Sacra Singings.

Which brings us to the “Mauck’s Meeting House” part of the story. Built in the mid 1770s, this little church in the tiny town of Hamburg, holds a Harmonia Sacra singing every first Sunday in August.

Somehow I’m always on the road this weekend, but not this year. So it was a great chance to scratch “singing at Hamburg” off the bucket list when someone requested my van driving services.

Our group arrived at the church grounds in plenty of time, so I helped myself to a tour. This church was built with actually slave quarters upstairs. And a very sketchy chimney setup.

The best part of the entire day was my enthusiastic singing partner. I love her.

As expected, the service lasted for 2 hours. As the temperature climbed, my singing zeal waned. But I hung on valiantly until the potluck lunch in the shade.

Beautiful, heartfelt worship; rich history; good food; friendly people- what more could you wish for on a 95° August day?

Hallelujah, Amen


Something to Taco ‘Bout

My sisters and I send each other food ideas almost daily. The percentage of recipes that we actually end up trying is surprisingly few-but that doesn’t dampen the enthusiasm for sharing them.

A year ago, one of us found a pic of the nacho table. Basically the entire table was covered with a huge taco salad. Yum!

I knew I wanted to try this, but I spun out trying to figure out how to not waste a half of a table full of nachos.

Ben’s family had their annual lake trip and we each were in charge of different meals. So I decided it was time to give the taco table a whirl.

Taco ‘bout fun!

We brought a cheap disposable tablecloth and everyone built their nachos right on the table.

Tortilla Wraps
Dorito and white corn chips
Meat mixture from Hope’s Table Cookbook
Cheese sauce
Corn salsa
Sour cream
Ranch Dressing

We definitely gave it a run for the money 😅

My family has always usually been on board with my random ideas and as I watched my in laws digging into their nachos with gusto- I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed to have gained a whole new family that’s not afraid of an off-the-wall Kendra situation. ❤️ Family is the best.

It definitely won’t be another year, before I host a taco table again 🙂

Have a spec-taco-ler day,


Bonus Pics:

Ben found an jon boat that needed some tlc. He spent a lot of hours adding a floor, storage compartment, new seats etc. This past week was its maiden voyage under a new captain. The beginning of many voyages- I hope 🥰

And while the boat was out- Em joined us over on the Shenandoah River.

Ben had mentioned in passing that sometime he wanted a tailgate charcoal grill, so when his yardsaling obsessed wife happened across the dream grill for $2, she made the huge purchase.

Honestly how have I lived successfully without one of these in my world?

Not the most peaceful mountain lunch spot ever but it was easy to get to, and man the food was tops 😂

… I thank Thee too that all our joy is touched with pain…

Have you ever been struggling to find the right words to express how you’re feeling, and suddenly a song pops into your mind that says everything perfectly? That happened to me last week:

My God, I thank thee, who hast made
The earth so bright;
So full of splendor and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right.

The garden is producing! Admittedly I can’t believe that I’m successful growing/harvesting/preserving food and absolutely loving it. My family probably all rolls their eyes when they receive ANOTHER garden update from KR- but I can’t help myself 🙈 also my $1 gathering basket from a July 4 yardsale is another item on my excited list.

I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast made
Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

A lot of days I can hardly believe my current life. Blessings upon blessings upon blessings.

I thank thee, too, that all our joy
Is touched with pain
That shadows fall on brightest hours,
That thorns remain;
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18 Wow I’m convicted.

This verse is actually why I’ve been singing this song. My health has really hit a rough spot recently again. Ah, ulcerative colitis-the unwelcome guest. I won’t bother with a pic of all the pill bottles lined up on my kitchen windowsill… Hopefully we’re turning the corner, but I’m reminded again of how urgent it is to be thankful for the good days and how important the rough days are to drive me back to my loving Heavenly Father. Also, bless Ben for being so patient with me. Apparently I’m slightly needy when I’m not feeling great 😬🙈😂

I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls,
Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,
A perfect rest,
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus’ breast.

We just finished wheat harvest and what a year it was! Record yields and record price. But at the same time, my aunt forwarded me an email from a lady in Ukraine who wrote about the beautiful wheat fields; the lack of fuel to harvest and haul; the destruction of ports for exports; and the hidden land mines in those innocent looking fields. My heart breaks for those innocent people.

Joy, difficult things, the quest for peace… I’m guessing your current life might look a little different from mine, and yet these are the underlying tones of everyday of the human experience.

Looking forward to that day of Perfection with Jesus! Stay focused, friends ❤️


Bonus Pics:

I’ve been thoroughly enjoying cooking from the garden-next year I think I’ll only plant one zucchini and one squash 😂

The twins approved of my $1 July 4th yardsale find for them too- a shovel and a rake. We were heading to the field and Uriah came carrying his “tools”. Thankfully they weren’t needed 😂

And finally- I’m in Lancaster on a van run this weekend and we visited the art studio of a man who was born without the use of his hands. This was one of the many masterpieces that he painted using his mouth. That in the darkest spot on earth, some love is found.

I scream, You scream, We all scream for… 🍦🍨🍧

A number of very sweet friends and family gifted us with cash over our wedding, and we’ve been very intentional about using it.

Part of it went into a landscaping project around the house. (A “Boone Proof” landscaping project that’s still underway a.k.a. no pictures)

Some of it went into Ben’s “Trump sized fence” around the garden. Other than one very bad Boone who skinnied himself under the fence and destroyed all the mulching I’d done (😭🧐) so far it’s successfully kept the garden free from hungry varmints.

The garden shortly after it’s borders were secured.

But we still had some cash left in the kitty.

“What if we’d buy an ice cream freezer? Everybody loves ice cream.” I had visions of summer evenings at Glen Oaks, friends leisurely savoring homemade ice cream around a campfire…

Ben is not one to stand in the way of homemade ice cream, so I immediately started researching to figure out what the best ice cream maker is and where to buy it.

Apparently the traditional White Mountain Freezers are no more and there’s a new company thats insulated poly tub has everyone raving. “But be prepared to spend $600” cautioned the Bagger.


So I went to PA with a Brinks truck hoping to find a bargain.

But alas, not only did I not find a bargain- I received the sad new that the Immergood shipping container got damaged at sea or something and there was none to be found in the land.

After much research which resulted in many reports (after all it will be half Ben’s investment too), I finally asked my long suffering husband if he was ready for me to panic about something else. (You can guess what he said.)

So I let the quest drop for awhile.

The lovely people of Singers Glen randomly will post “FREE” signs beside whatever junk they want rid of and imagine my delight when yesterday’s discovery was nothing other than a WalMart ice cream freezer still in the box.

I rushed to Mothers and stood with bated breath while we plugged it in. It actually ran! A little rough-but maybe that’s how the lesser brands sound 🤷🏻‍♀️ “Never look a gift horse in the mouth” I reminded me.

We picked black raspberries at my sister-in-laws and so it didn’t take long to throw together a batch of custard, retrieve the ice and salt and stand by for magic. Black Raspberry ice cream.

We filled the canister and added a handful of ice. Aaaaaand:

Long story short, here I am with my freebie motor in pieces, while Mother’s faithful White Mountain takes over the project. 😭

Mine ran for about a half of a second.

There’s probably a lot of wisdom in “never looking a gift horse in the mouth.” But I opened his mouth up wide and unfortunately, I didn’t see any ice cream.

Oh well, y’all can still come visit- but the ice cream’s going to have to come from the store. 😂

Thankful that the gifts our Heavenly Father gives so freely last longer than a half of a second ❤️


Bonus Pics:

“Tell me, and I forget. Teach me, and I may remember. Involve me and I learn.” 💙💙

Aunt Em gave the boys hats for their half birthday. Uriah put his on and headed out. “Where are you going?” Julia asked

“The stock sale” he replied confidently 😂🤠

Our favorite Dr Miller is retiring. He’s been our vet since we started dairying in ‘99. Mother always brought food to the barn on herdcheck day, so it was super special to be included on his last herdcheck lunch. I haven’t been involved with the dairy for 8 years now 🤯 but his patient kindness to us girls as we learned to run a dairy will be long remembered.

And lastly- if you ever want a bunch of animated stories- ask Em about noodling. It’s hard for me to imagine great joy in the art of going underwater to stick your arm into a catfish box; said catfish biting the intruder with all its might and then arm wrestling the fish to the surface long enough to get a measurement and a few pics.

But the way her eyes sparkle when she talks-there must be. And I do looooove her fried catfish poboy sandwiches.

Anyhow, she had a trip lined up, but thru a bunch of random reasons, everyone that was scheduled to go with her couldn’t make it.

So my sweet dad- who doesn’t fish, and doesn’t swim, rose to the challenge and spent most of the day on the water with her and her guide.

And now if you ask him about noodling, his eyes sparkle and his stories are almost as animated as Em’s are ❤️ I love them

My Maria

June 2 found me thrift shopping in Southern PA with a group of ladies.

I love browsing the multitude of little Mennonite consignment shops in the area, but this time I was in a predicament- everywhere I went I found the cutest little girl dresses. But who needs little girl dresses 🤷🏻‍♀️

Eventually I just couldn’t resist when two little dresses hopped into my shopping cart. Oh well, somebody will need them.

I was back home dropping off my passengers when my phone rang. It was Deborah

“Kendra! We have a little girl. Maria Joy”

And this is the part of the story that we’ll skip because nobody wants to read about Aunt Ken’s tears of joy.

Nate’s mom is Rose Marie and Mother’s name is obviously Joyce so Miss M’s name is a cute nod to both Grandma’s.

Deb and Maria in look-a-likes whipped out by Aunt Jul.

Mother and Em headed south the middle of last week, and at long last, Father and I left to join them. (Bless Ben for covering things on the home front)

Our visit was chock full of quality time. We browsed We Cares Thrift Store (notice the crocs on the wrong feet by the independent toddler)

We spent some time at a gigantic blueberry patch. Miss M wasn’t much help, but Grammy thought it was possibly the most fun she’d ever had.

Alexander kept us in stitches the entire visit. I loved watching his little brain work. The dishwasher needed replaced, so it got taken outside en route to the dumpster and next thing I knew Alexander shot past driving one of the racks. 😂

The lawnmower is the most exciting thing on his radar. So when he had the option of a ride with Grandfather, he grabbed his headphones and was out the door.

Headphones, alligator shirt, and “cheeeeese” photobombing his sisters Photoshoot.. The past few days went way too fast.

Maria means “beloved”

But you, beloved, building yourselves up on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
Jude 1:20-21

Praying this for you. Love you, baby girl

Aunt Ken


If I were to sum up the month of May in one word- it would definitely be “amazing.”

1. a·maz·ing /əˈmāziNG/ adjective causing great surprise or wonder; astonishing.

2. Zing /ziNG/ verb -move rapidly, making a high-pitched ringing or whining noise.

May is probably the most beautiful month- the blue skies, clear and warm without much humidity. We haven’t had many of those this year- the temp can’t seem to find the middle ground between 90° and 55°. But it’s still beautiful. We’ve started to enjoy the fruits of our garden. I always helped Mother with her garden project, but with being in and out like my schedule tends to be, I wasn’t very reliable. Anyhow I can’t believe that we’ve successfully planted and God gave the increase already 🤩It’s literally astonishing. (I know I’m still in the honeymoon stage of life- but this is just amazing.)

And alas, May has gone zinging past, in a hurry.

I’ve been on the road some. I took a group of ladies to Shippensburg shopping, Lurgan Greenhouses is a must see.

Ben took me trucking with him 🥰 He hauls soybeans to the Port of Richmond. That was definitely an educational experience. Our grain got put directly into a container and then loaded for export.

My dad and I tag teamed on a trip to a Lancaster wedding. They filled the bus and still had enough passengers to need my van.

We had a blast roaming over Lancaster County during our wait time- going from doughnut shop to doughnut shop. I’d heard that Sunnyside Pastries’ filled doughnuts were equal to/better than Shady Maples- so we went to see for ourselves. Try them if you get the chance. I don’t think you can lose with either place. And for sure you won’t lose any weight 😂

We met with friends for a picnic lunch and explored several different businesses before it was time to head south.

This is what happens if you don’t clean your gutters 😂 Country Lane Succulents is another must see.

This week our little town has suffered a great loss. The owner of our favorite country store lost a battle to cancer. Mr Mark and his wife Kris were the unofficial welcoming committee to Singers Glen. They saved the day a number of times with their delicious sandwiches.

I hate how often we wait til after a death to realize how much someone made a difference in our world. Mr Mark wouldn’t believe how sad we all are. Prayers for the family.

And lastly, the twins spent a good part of yesterday, riding with Father and I. Just when they were about ready to be done with helping, the Farmer’s Wife brought a surprise or “prise” as Isaiah kept exclaiming over and over. (A Melissa and Doug Lace and Trace set.) Suddenly both boys wanted to ride with me and I felt like I was hosting a sewing circle 😂 Thanks Myrna for the thoughtful gift ❤️

Yes May has zinged past, but in its wake it leaves a lot of memories that I’ll treasure for a long time. These days are amazing.

Thank you Jesus,



“We don’t have chickens, we need to get away” announced the man of the house.

And you know me. When it comes to travel, I don’t argue.

We kicked a few ideas around, but in the end, we just hopped in the car and headed 33 east.

“If I’m going to have a good trip, the first thing we need is new windshield wipers” stated the man of the house

After a quick stop, we were all ready for a good trip.

And that honestly was how the entire weekend went.


“Hey I heard they are building a new dairy complex” and next thing we knew we were easing back the farm lane.

“Hey I remember a thrift store on the left right out of Orange”

“Hey can we stop at the BBQ Exchange in Gordonsville?”

Our only rules for the trip was “no chain restaurants and no interstates”

Admittedly I couldn’t believe how many thrift stores/antique shops we stopped at and how patiently Ben waited in me to peruse through the plunder. We found some great treasures. ☺️

“Hey I’ve always wanted to see the Northern Neck”

“Look at those murals! Can we stop?”

“Let’s find seafood for supper” so Ben called a friend that was kinda local and he directed us to a delicious stop in downtown Montross, AND called ahead and covered our tab. Wow

Day #2 of our ramble found us heading west through central Virginia. Mostly it was unchartered territory for me and familiar roads to Ben who basically custom farmed the entire state of VA at one time or another.

“Let’s eat here. I’ve had lots of meals from the place, but have never eaten inside.”

“When did they put a coffee shop here?”

“We drive along and it’s flat like this and then suddenly it’s like you’re going down a mountain.”

The Blue Ridge Parkway was the crowning glory of our ramble. We travelled a section that I’d never been on before and stopped at every overlook that struck our fancy.

Feat Massanutten Peak

500 miles later, we turned into our little town of Singers Glen, refreshed from our adventure.

So thankful to the Giver of Every Good Thing for the many ways this weekend was a dream come true to me.

Praise Him,


Preserving Memories

The spunky little lady stood there holding the Disney themed children’s place set in her hands- so firmly that I didn’t think there was a chance she’d sell it to me.

“Well this was my granddaughters and she’s all grown now and the country she lives in doesn’t have Disney. I’m moving to a retirement home so I have to get rid of this. But it’s so many memories. How much would you pay me? This is really hard on me.”

At this point I realized that I didn’t have enough money in my banking account to purchase this item. Instead of seeing the potential customer in front of her- I could tell that her memory was pulling up a little girl with tiny ponytails, in a high chair, eating spaghetti and jabbering about the Snoopy fork and spoon.

“Well, would you pay me a dollar?”

“Yes, ma’am, I sure would! I can assure you that my nephews will love this well.”

As I paid her and slid the set into my backpack and hurried away, I kept feeling like I’d purchased something almost sacred.

How much can one pay for a lifetime of memories?

Snapchat scares me sometimes. Everyday it creates a little story with Bitmoji’s and the storylines follow my thought process a little too closely. (The other very exciting yard sale bargain from Saturday was a pressure canner)

This was Sunday’s story:

These days I am preserving memories as hard as I can go:

One of the last memories canned I guess should be labeled as “Sardines” or “Pishhh” 😂 Both Julia’s and Cousin Twila’s twins were at the pond. Aunt Em found some earthworms and helped each of the boys catch multiple Bluegill with a tiny fishing pole left by a guest. Each catch (no matter the size) was properly celebrated and the entire evening a riot. “MOM! I JUST CAUGHT THE TINIEST FISH I EVER SAW!!”

Spring ‘21/ Spring ‘22

Apple Delight: the Apple Tree in our backyard was gorgeous again this year. Trying to take a pic on self timer was ridiculous. How do you tell a dog where to look and when to smile 😂 this is the only pic that we got that was half decent.

Hopefully a lot more actual preserves comes from our attempt at gardening. Ideally the resident watchdog will sit on the edge and keep the critters at bay- and not turn the place into a series of Dirt Digging Festivities 😅

I’m happy that we’re preserving memories because we sure aren’t preserving mushrooms 😂 Ben and I still enjoyed an afternoon of rambling around in his family’s woods even if the only thing we brought home was an old stump for our flowerbed.

Years from now, I don’t know what will bring back the most nostalgia for me. But if I could literally can a moment… As children, we spent days riding with Father in his cabover, grabbing a bite to eat occasionally (when he wasn’t too busy to remember to be hungry😂.) Watching the twins get to experience some of the same fun gives me all the feels.

I’m savoring this current life we’re living as much as I can. I hope that I never forget this feeling of awe/incredible blessing. I can’t get over how much fun it is to set up our own house. I hope this honeymoon stage lasts for another 50 years. Two months in- we should be good, right? I’m storing memories regardless.

Ps 16:5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.
7 I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
9 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure
10 because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
11 You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

Pause for a moment and savor the memories you’re canning today ❤️


Easter Weekend in Scottsville, KY

The fact is, while I’ve savored every.single.minute of being at home, packing my suitcase and slipping out the door to my waiting van felt like an old friend.

Another aspect of the “old friend” on this adventure was the fact that there was room in the van and in my mom’s hectic schedule for her to join me. The stage was set for a super special weekend.

The community of Scottsville, KY lives “pre-motor” meaning that everything is done with raw horse power or brute strength.

On the way in, we stopped by the feed mill and bakery. I was sorry we missed seeing the 10 horses grinding feed, but the tour was still educational.

Ms Ina showed us her bakery and sent us away smiling with several loaves of her famous tomato bread. She had whipped up “oh about 140 loaves” for the sandwiches for the wedding the next day. (Recipe for this amazing bread at the end of the blog.)

This was the story of our visit .

Everywhere we went, our friends welcomed us graciously, showed us around happily and sent us away with arms laden.

A few more of my favorite “stealth photography shots” from the weekend:

We stopped by Habbackers Variety Store and the employees sent a note for us to deliver to the owner. Not having a telephone would definitely change communication.

This community has weddings on Sundays during the regular church service. I didn’t make it through the entire 3 hour service, but I showed back up in time for the food. The servers marched through with sandwiches 3x, a variety of cookies and fruit 2x, and mint tea and tang every time in between (5x) Observing different cultures is one of my favorite things.

And lastly, the lady that hosted part of our group very thoughtfully got the horse on the treadmill to do laundry before we left. She releases the brake and he walks on the treadmill to operate her wringer washer.

This weekend was a treasure for sure.

So thankful that Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection is timeless, no matter what era or culture we find ourselves- He’s Alive today!

Happy Easter,



Scottsville Tomato Bread
2 1/2 c warm water
1 1/2 Tbsp yeast
1/2 c sugar
1/2 c oil
1 1/2 Tbsp salt
1 1/2 c tomato sauce (15 oz can)
1 tsp basil
2 tsp oregano
2 tsp garlic powder
10 c flour (approximate)
Dissolve yeast in water. Add other ingredients Knead into a soft dough
Bake 350° 35-40 mins

Aaaand look who welcomed us when home 🥶

In Celebration of National Poetry Month and my favorite Poet

Did you know that April is National Poetry Month?

The fact is, poetry is pretty much in my DNA.

My Great Grandmother Good published her collection of poems sometime long before my time, and I’ve grown up with her beautifully flowing word pictures transporting me to another era.

As a child, my impression of my Aunt Janet was that she was able concoct a poem for every occasion. She published a children’s poem book, and we were amazed.

My mother is my favorite poetry enthusiast. She’s always digging something out of her stash to read to it anyone who will appreciate it.

Yes, poetry has been a constant in my life since I was born.

But the plot twist for both my mother and I, was the discovery (not too many years ago) that she’d married a poet.

I still laugh remembering Mother slumped over her coffee one morning. Me: how was your night? Mother: not very restful, apparently I’m married to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He kept waking me up to hear the next verse of the poem he was writing.

My dads poetry gene got discovered not too long ago and it’s been keeping us in stitches ever since.

Mostly he writes about current events in a humorous way.

He manages to keep his poetry in his head, spends miles on the road reciting them for busloads to enjoy for what they’re worth.

So in honor of National Poetry Month, here are the links to my dads poems on Facebook:

But my recent favorite was when he stood up at our Wedding Celebration and pulled this one out of his hat ( Here) I was so shocked, I could’ve cried. What a treasure.

So anyhow, I don’t know how you’re celebrating, but it’s finally warmed up enough that I think we’ll take our favorite poet out for ice cream.

And wait with bated breath to see what the next event will be that merits a poem.


Bonus Pic:

National Pet Day and my current favorite pic of this energetic package opener:

And lastly a legit Henry Wadsworth Longfellow masterpiece with 3 names changed. 💙💙💙

The Children’s Hour” (1863)

Between the dark and the daylight,
__When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
__That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
__The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
__And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
__Descending the broad hall stair,
Alexander , and laughing Uriah,
__And Isaiah with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
__Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
__To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
__A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
__They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
__O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
__They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
__Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
__In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
__Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
__Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
__And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
__In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
__Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
__And moulder in dust away!