The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Thread XXVI~March 28, 2006

The Seven Muses | March 28, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©
2002

[uncleshag]

Good Morning all!

No foolin' here this morning, great tunes in the podcast. Y'all enjoy, the world really rocks! Lots of great visuals.

[Soaring Feather]

Raining at my house today so the tunes will lighten things up a bit.
Thank you, much Uncle.
How are the bass biting today??

[uncleshag]

I hope the bass are biting for someone...
I am stuck loving the yard work. Yep.

[Lady Jag]

Uhhuh...

[WVJudyInJupiter]

Good Morning BF!!

Yep, it sure is our day!

Should be a national holiday,huh.

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL! Hilarious!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!

Hi Judy,

I could not resist posting that graphic.;)

Hope you have a super day.

[Soaring Feather]

Ooops, I forgot...*HUGS*

[HopeandGlory]

The Dance of the Wind

In valleys green and still,
A gentle breeze whispers
through the enchanting woods.
A maiden, fair and gay, frolicking on the hill,
Bare-footed, she enjoys the warmth of the earth,
without her boots.
The gale whirls round and round
through the forest in riot,
Through her the gale of energy shot high.
It blows so hard without a moment quiet,
Fanning its desire to reach the summit of the sky.
Now steadily the dance turns loud, rough and strong,
It twists and twirls, with howling, filling the sky,
Scattering everything free at times in throng,
carrying voices crisp, shrieking,
as if desperately attempting to fly.
O beautiful wind soothing my pain,
Greetings to you, as I heard you plain from the hill.
Your sigh of relief is not in vain
For the joy you breathe into me is never still.
Now you and I, reunited as One
Like the lover and his lass,
Through the friendless world we fought and won.
Together we reach a happy land after letting the
suffering pass.

by Amitakh Stanford

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . tomorrow Sissy arrives . . . so, I may be a little scarce around The Lair during the month of April . . . as we'll be "going and blowing" . . . I'll post as often as I can . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hope, this poem and graphic are beautiful.

The imagery is so rich enhanced by the graphic.



You and Sissy have a wonderful month together.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

April
by Sara Teasdale


The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree --
I could not be so sure of spring
Save that it sings in me.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama ~ Old Time Religion

George Younce ~ Led By the Master's Hand

Jeremy Camp ~ Walk By Faith

The Old Village Choir ~ Whispering Hope

The Gaithers & Vestal Goodman ~ Rock of Ages

Good Sunday, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to you Kathy. Thank you for today's hymns.

[Soaring Feather]

Lite and Easy Listening


Tony Bennett~Fly Me To the Moon



Yanni~In My Life



Lambert Hendricks & Ross~Summertime



Josh Groban~You Raise Me Up



Eva Cassidy~Fields of Gold



Eva Cassidy~Oh, Had I A Golden Thread



Eric Clapton~Change the World

[Lady Jag]

Pippa's Song
by Robert Browning

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!

[pelikan]

Good Morning Ms Feather, Good Morning Everybody.
Something a little different for this beautiful Sunday Morning.

Next came fresh Aprill full of lustyhed,

And wanton as a Kid whose horne new buds:

Vpon a Bull he rode, the same which led

Europa floting through th'Argolick fluds:

His hornes were gilden all with golden studs

And garnished with garlonds goodly dight

Of all the fairest flowres and freshest buds

Which th'earth brings forth, and wet he seem'd in sight

With waues, through which he waded for his loues delight.

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552-1599),
Faerie Queen, The Cantos of Mutabilitie

[Lady Jag]

Hi, Pelikan! Your post is beautiful!

Do you have spring fever, too, or is it just me?

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, so very beautiful! Amen.

Gorgeous day in my neighborhood. cooler than yesterday but full sun.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, how very beautiful. Thank You.

I especially love the Lily and the old English is great.

Beautiful day here.