~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XII~

May 14, 2004 | bentfeather and 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 I...

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©

[Soaring Feather]

I'm drowning here.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Too much rain? Lovely here. Got to go outside. Now!

[Soaring Feather]

~Mel Carter~Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me~

[Soaring Feather]

~Cliff Richard~Miss You Nights~

[SAMWolf]

Thanks Feather, another of my favorites. Now Snippy is gonna want to dance again

[SAMWolf]

We had overcast all day and slight sprinkles on and off.

[snippy_about_it]

Now Snippy is gonna want to dance again

For this song we absolutely have to. ;-)

[snippy_about_it]

I was distracted by a movie Sam brought over to watch. Here's one before bed and I'll post some more tomorrow.

Here is Sam trying to hitch a ride in a 3/4 ton.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, that's cool did you get a ride?

[Soaring Feather]

Ode, Composed On A May Morning
by William Wordsworth

While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
A quickening hope, a freshening glee,
Foreran the expected Power,
Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,
Shakes off that pearly shower.

All Nature welcomes Her whose sway
Tempers the year's extremes;
Who scattereth lustres o'er noon-day,
Like morning's dewy gleams;
While mellow warble, sprightly trill,
The tremulous heart excite;
And hums the balmy air to still
The balance of delight.

Time was, blest Power! when youth and maids
At peep of dawn would rise,
And wander forth, in forest glades
Thy birth to solemnize.
Though mute the song---to grace the rite
Untouched the hawthorn bough,
Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight;
Man changes, but not Thou!

Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings
In love's disport employ;
Warmed by thy influence, creeping things
Awake to silent joy:
Queen art thou still for each gay plant
Where the slim wild deer roves;
And served in depths where fishes haunt
Their own mysterious groves.

Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath,
Instinctive homage pay;
Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath
To honor thee, sweet May!
Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs
Behold a smokeless sky,
Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares
To open a bright eye.

And if, on this thy natal morn,
The pole, from which thy name
Hath not departed, stands forlorn
Of song and dance and game;
Still from the village-green a vow
Aspires to thee addrest,
Wherever peace is on the brow,
Or love within the breast.

Yes! where Love nestles thou canst teach
The soul to love the more;
Hearts also shall thy lessons reach
That never loved before.
Stript is the haughty one of pride,
The bashful freed from fear,
While rising, like the ocean-tide,
In flow the joyous year.

Hush, feeble lyre! weak words refuse
The service to prolong!
To yon exulting thrush the Muse
Entrusts the imperfect song;
His voice shall chant, in accents clear,
Throughout the live-long day,
Till the first silver star appear,
The sovereignty of May.

[Soaring Feather]

~Dolly Pardon~Coat of Many Colors~
Click the graphic..

[Soaring Feather]

~Roma Downey~Loving~

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. No ride for Sam in the 3/4. :-(
It was overcast all day but it sure was neat looking at all the stuff there.


Look at all the trees around here. Everywhere you go!


Here I am checking out a half-track

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!!

I have to be away today.... Finns meeting.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Snippy!!

Hey Oregon looks like New York!!! That's just the way it looks around here. :-)


Cool pictures. Did you have fun??

The temp is 50F today and overcast. The furnace came on this morning.

[SAMWolf]

No rides. Damn lawyers and insurance worries!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

 

 

I saw this soldier kneeling down, for this was the

First quiet place he had found.

He had traveled in jungles of rivers and mud.

He had tasted and shed some of his own blood.

His hands were scarred and clothes all torn.

He had fought for days, from night to morn.

He clasped his hands as he looked at the sky.

I saw the tears as they welled in his eyes.

 

He spoke to God and here’s what he said:

God, bless my buddies who now lay dead.

I do not know what you have in mind,

But, when you judge, please be kind.

 

When they come before you, they will be

Poorly dressed, but they will walk proudly,

For they did their very best.

Their boots will be muddy and their clothes

All torn, but these are the clothes they have

Proudly worn.

 

Their faces will be unshaven and stained with blood.

Their lips will be cracked and caked with mud,

But they fought like hell and did so with pride.

 

So please take care of them as they pass your

Way.  The price of freedom they have already

Paid.  This one last thing I ask in your Name:

Please, God, place these men in  “ Heaven’s

Hall of Fame.”

 

Written by Those Who Were There

Graphic and poem Courtesy of Audrie Rogers

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Bummer, well you can dream about riding in it. :-)