Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. May 12 - 13, 2004

5-12-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
Come in, relax, and share with fellow FReepers
your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.

Enjoy! :)












Never Forget!



Howdy!
I'm the mouser at Amy's Place. Amy named me 'cootblanch'.... (don't ask why. hahaha)







Amy's personal guardian ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

LOL

Well .... Amy's Place isn't the same in the evenings without you.

[JustAmy]

Hope to see you tomorrow, AC.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Wait a sec, Lori. How about this one…

Call me,
Call me nuts
Call me putz
Call me snootie
But don't ever call me cootie…

[Victoria Delsoul]

Awww, thanks so much, Amy. You're too kind.

[Mama_Bear]

LOL! Excellent!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thank you.

[JustAmy]

Good night, MamaBear.

Pleasant dreams. See you tomorrow.

[Mama_Bear]

Pleasant dreams. See you tomorrow.

Okay, you too.

It just occurred to me that I'm not going to be able to convince you that I have been cleaning house all day, since I sent you several welcome graphics. LOL. Would you believe I did them during my break times? ;-)

Okay, I cleaned house most of the day.....I played in PhotoShop the rest of the day. :-)

[JustAmy]

LOL

Let me see ..... What does it take for each? An hour? Hmmmm .... how many did you send me? LOL

No wonder you are tired!!! After working in Photoshop for 7 hours, you spend another 7 cleaning house. :)

I need to spend 7 hours cleaning my house!!! I need to spend two hours cleaning my house. :)

[SAMWolf]

LOL! Should I be?

[SAMWolf]

Victoria's Vibes? Is that your new Rock Band?

[JustAmy]

5-13-04
Graphic by Billie

Flowers From The Garden

There is a window in your heart, that opens on a garden,
A place you can retreat to when you need to ask for pardon,
For having been abusive, to the child that lives in you,
By simply asking way too much, for any child to do.

Don’t ask for the surrender, of childhood dreams so gay,
That they could always bring a smile, despite a rainy day.
The toys we had as children, were of the simplest sort,
A cardboard tube became a sword, a cardboard box a fort.

Children can be happy, they’ve learned the art of play,
Try not to lose that talent as you go about your day.
With all the noise and bustle that distracts you from that art,
Take time to smell the flowers from the garden in your heart.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . May 11, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

Graphic by MamaBear

The Fruit Garden Path
- Amy Lowell -

The path runs straight between the flowering rows,
A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.
'T is reckless prodigality which throws
Into the night these wafts of rich perfume
Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
Over the trees a single bright star glows.
Dear garden of my childhood, here my years
Have run away like little grains of sand;
The moments of my life, its hopes and fears
Have all found utterance here, where now I stand;
My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears,
You are my home, do you not understand?

[JustAmy]

Thank you both for this contribution to Amy's Place.

The Graphic is lovely and the poem is terrific!!

[JustAmy]

Thank you for this beautiful Graphic!!!

Your contributions are greatly appreciated.

[JustAmy]

Graphic by MamaBear

Spring Song

THE air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.

The fallows and the leafless trees
And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love, and Spring's
First puff of perfume mingled.

In my still heart the thoughts awoke,
Came lone by lone together -
Say, birds and Sun and Spring, is Love
A mere affair of weather?

Robert Louis Stevenson

[JustAmy]

Graphic by MamaBear

TO A BUTTERFLY

STAY near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:--with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.

~ William Wordsworth, 1801 ~

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Thursday !

Summer's just around the corner. We hit at least 88 yesterday,
the last I saw. REAL Humid, too! Ugh!!

Have a cup while you Freep !

[Conspiracy Guy]

Ping to earmark

[Conspiracy Guy]

Alabama tribes, Choctaw, Chickasaw, Cherokee, and Creek.

Alabama is a Creek Stronghold even today. Ever hear of the battle of Horseshoe Bend? Nowdays they run Huge Bingo Parlors. The Porch Creeks have a Big Bingo Casino on I 65 near our state capital. I'm not sure if they are Front or Back, Porch Creeks.

Glad to see that you know the origin of, "If the Creek don't rise". Most people think it has to do with a stream flooding.