I Am A Rock

My first of ten days off work (providing I don't get called in unexpectedly) and rather than getting productive stuff done, I went for a walk out to the river for the first time since summer. Grabbed this stone's-eye shot just on the riverbank, and it reminded me of an old busking favourite of mine, as performed by Messrs Simon and Garfunkel.

A winter's day, in a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island.

I've built walls, a fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock, I am an island.

Don't talk of love, but I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died,
If I'd never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock, I am an island.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock, I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

In today's archived blips, I have the country's latest singing sensation, and a man with an elephant on his head. What's not to love?