Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. June 21-22, 2004

6-21-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
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[JustAmy]

Inside the Raincloud

Up inside the raincloud, the droplets do confer.
And though they seem quite uniform, they rarely do concur.
Droplet One says “What’s the use? No one will even look.”
And Droplet Two says “I’m not ready! I didn’t read the book!”

The bigger Droplet Ten responds, “Now, steady on!
Don’t fall down on us now.
Just get into position, we’re about to make a bow.”
“Don’t you mean a rainbow?” “No, I said let’s take a bow!”

“Your little bending motion, will change the light’s return,
And give a little color for the fame that you will earn.
Now, some of you will get a chance to use your other hand,
And bounce another color if it comes perchance to land.”

“We’ll do a double duty, and make a pretty show,
And the people will exclaim at all the colors that we show!!”
He lined up all the boys with quite a sparkle in his eye,
And he didn’t give the little ones a chance to even cry.

The curtain raised about them and the light was shining clear,
And everyone that he could see was grinning ear to ear.
Their bright smiles shone back out to where the sun had shone before,
And the rainbow that they formed would now become the stuff of lore.

They held the pose until they splashed down on the ground,
And made a lot of merriment as they were dancing ‘round.
They formed into their rivulets to start the trip back up,
And all exclaimed their luck to be a droplet in God’s cup.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . June 21, 2004
© 2004

[Laura Earl]

Just talked to CG...he's bored in ATL.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

OMG, it makes ME want to laugh!

[Pippin]

Bored already?

In Atlanta?

But he just got there!

[Laura Earl]

I'm not there though! ;)

[Pippin]

Thanks Bob!

BTW, did your girls give you anything for Father's Day?

[JustAmy]

"Without a heart aflame for God, we cannot shine for Jesus."

Thank you, Mayor!

I hope you are having a marvelous Monday.

PS: Please make sure that I'm on your ping list! Thanks.

[Pippin]

That's the problem! <p. Start packing so you can go and relieve him of his boredom ;o)

[Pippin]

Hi, Amy!

Wasn't successful in getting in touch with JK or Lori but we tried! :O)

[Laura Earl]

'fraid I've got to stay here and work. Also take care of LulaBelle. Last night, she posted herself at the window watching for him. She would come over to me on the couch, and look at me like, "when is daddy coming home?" Then she would see headlights and run back to the window. This morning she acted fine. We'll see how she does tonight.

[Pippin]

There's that ugly 4-letter again!

work!

UGH! LOL!

[JustAmy]

I received email from them this morning.

I had hoped that you would be able to catch up with them.

They are not sure how much internet access they will have until the weekend.

You have freepmail. (in a couple of minutes)

[Pippin]

Thanks Amy!

I'll be waiting for it!

[OESY]

Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days Of Summer: Conversations with Nat

Nat King Cole sang, "It's those hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer".

The man was a twit. He made that sound like a good thing, which it isn't. It's miserable. You can't live in it. It's a bitch.

"Nat, this song doesn't make sense".

"So? I'll sell it, then live inside with air-conditioning".

Let's pretend you're a contractor with a contract to pave a parking lot with asphalt. Asphalt is hot and has to be worked hot. The sun is shining in all it's glory, burning the hide off you. Your workers decide it's too hot to work so they stay home until it cools off. Like in October. You hire extra guys to make up for the daily deficit of workers. Then they all show up. You need a new line of business.

And what do your workers say? "Mano, eet too hot to work".

You say, "You're a Mexican! You're used to this!"

"Why is you think I leave there?"

Or, say you spend a thousand bucks on trees and plants and flowers. You get a heat stroke planting them over a weekend. The next weekend you have nothing but brown, dead flowers, plants and trees. The only green in your yard is the weeds. They love the heat and humidity. Should have planted the weeds in the first place and been done with it.

"Next year we buy hardier flowers."

The weeds just laugh or whatever they do to express amusement.

Next, you go to the beach for a week on vacation. It's 200 a night plus eating out. The first three days it rains. Monsoon rains. Then the sun comes out and you try to salvage the vacation. You can't because it's too hot to go to the beach while the sun is up. The sand is so hot you get blisters on your feet. No one but your fourteen- year old daughter, just sprouting, enjoys this. Still, next year you'll be back.

"But, Daddy, I'm covered where it counts".

"Not if I'm the one counting".

Meanwhile, Nat King Cole -- actually his heirs, are living off the royalties to the song.

In air-conditioning.

-- Copyright © Don Roble

[Pippin]

Thanks, Now you have Mail! :0)

[OESY]

Inside the Raincloud: Hail to the Chief?

[Laura Earl]

It's about the ugliest word I know!

[JustAmy]

You're very welcome.

I hope you are having a nice first day of summer.

[tuliptree76]

Thank you for the poem/music. I hope you are having a great Monday!

[Alamo-Girl]

I am. I hope yours is beautiful, too!