The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXXIV~March 10, 2007

March 10, 2007 | Soaring Feather/Poets of the Lair

[WayzataJOHNN]

I are fine, and so is Nancy, love the south!

Job hunting underway, and hopes are high, rents are LOW, and the FOOD...!!!!!!!!!!!!

Will update a bit later ;^)



As evening falls among the silent pines at last
I rest a moment and absorb the quiet as a tonic
feeling time slow and peace somewhat now ironic
for all the hurry of my prior life just past

[Soaring Feather]

Advertising poem from 1859

Step up ye gallant fair and brave!
Step up, Torn, Jake and Kate,
Unto my store in Norwalk town,
In Main Street, number eight!


In Main street, number eight, good folks
Things very cheap are sold,
To fat and lean, to rich and poor,
And to the young and old.


It is the cheap Cash Store, my friends:
At J. W. Renoud's, please call,
And find things sold at reason's fee,
To one, to ten, to all!


Yes, find things sold at reason's fee,
Bread, butter, candles, cheese,
Salt, Onions, Crackers, Coffee, Brooms,
And choicest, best of Teas!


Sugar and Allspice, Flour and Pork,
And matches, not the kind
The young folks often, often make,
So pleasing to the mind;


Theirs will light up their future hopes
And gratify desire!
While mine on a cold winter's day,
Will soon light up a fire.


There's Yeast, Molasses, Eggs & Ham
Not Ham, of olden days,
Who lived with Noah in the ark,
And sang sweet sacred lays!


No, this is Ham that fills us up,
And gives us strength to work,
And flog the French, the Spanish and
The Russian and the Turk.


I've fine Codfish, Mackerel & Starch,
Tobacco, choicest brand,
And Ginger, Pepper, Chocolate,
As good as in the land,


And Blue and Oats, & Colgate's Starch,
Made from good Indian Corn
And fit for Shirts of any man,
Of any woman born.


But oh to name all things I keep
Would puzzle even Mars,
But I must not forget to state
I sell the best Segars.

And come my friends my goods are cheap,
True, true, what I relate,
All kinds of Groceries you'll find
In Main Street, number eight!

J.W. RENOUD.
Norwalk, August 16th, 1859

[Soaring Feather]

Good news, so glad you arrived safely, how do the demanted cats like the new digs??

HUGS to Nan.

Best of luck all is gonna be okay.

[NY Attitude]

They must have been some interesting days.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, I think so too. I am glad they are someone else's memory though, the memories would make me ancient. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

The silence broke
I found my voice
and I began to sing.

I took a train out of Anchorage and looked
at Mt. McKinley
every day- I began to sing
of mountains I have crossed
of mountains I have prayed to
of mountains yet to cross
and the mountains between us.

Of the mountains of strength that is us
built boulder by boulder in lean times
and sad, happy times together
and knowing our commitment
is forever in the stars
together
we are the mountain without a name.



bentfeather

09/17/2004

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.
Thank you, for being here.

[MEG33]

Lovely!

[Soaring Feather]

Shesssh...

demanted =demented cats like the new digs??

[Soaring Feather]

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