The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

The Muse and Poets of The Lair | December 1, 2006 | Soaring Feather

[WayzataJOHNN]

Some folks are so dumb that locking them is simply a measure of protecting them from themselves.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening everyone!
A few selections for dancing and enjoying New Year's Eve.


Happy New Year 2007!

center>Al Green~Let's Stay Together




Frank Sinatra~I've Got You Under My Skin



Judy Garland~Do It Again



Berlin~You Take My Breath Away




Bonnie Rait~Love Me Like A Man



Don Williams~'Til the Rivers All Run Dry







Auld Lang Syne

[Soaring Feather]

Tell Me A Story of

kaleidoscopes grand
of many colours run together
in a light band
of little people in the Erin Land
dressed in green and pointed shoes
humming merry songs grand.

Afternoons spent in the reeds
watching dragonflies sweep and seed
the dragon ponds in far off land
and rainbows ending in a pot of gold
maidens sporting long braids of curls
knotty tree stumps with little nails
driven in by little folk not yet in their teens
of laughter and moonbeams on a midnight trail.


Ah, Johnn, tell me a story from this great land.

[Soaring Feather]

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

 

[EsmeraldaA]

Best wishes MsFeather and all...

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful card, thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Esmeraldaa, lovely card.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

 

Ms Feather!

 

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, Tomkow!

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Ancient Duty Done

Aye, tis far it is, the length o’ history in this ancient verdant land
in northern hills where magic still flows, through glens so silent sweet
and I sit quite I do, and swear I hear the patter of the Wee Folks feet
upon the wind, along with the rush of great wings, and some warring band

I were Druid to a noble King, in times a’ old a’ stone now gone
and I remember the span a’ time and people as they passed along
for I hold the memories of me race, me task, embedded in a song
and I weep in silence, under skies of rose and pearl at break o’ dawn

The tall fair red-haired lass with green eyes that sparkled bright
and her song o’ sweetness that left me shaken with new love
the way she burned in need, yet were tender as a sweet soft dove
and I ached to say such words that would bind her to me so right

But a King called and I went to war, a counselor in his bloody fight
across the hills we faired to go, an enemy to blood in day’s first light
and red the dawn and the field as well, for wasted chances, wasted rights
and so we parted as lovers often do, in the ebon flow of a hurried night

Ancient now I am, and feeling the dusty hand a’ Time at last
I wait to write the final chapter to the long story as ordained you see
for only then may I rest at last, beneath the mound beside the sounding sea
and perhaps you will learn of those lived until they too went past

Walk the green land in silence, and it sings to you, it does I swear
listen and you’ll learn o’ knights and fights, and great dragons bold of fate
and the struggles of a simple folk caught between famine and noble hate
a sad tale to be sure, but one you too can learn if you but chance to care

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

 

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

'Tis a wonderful story, thanks my friend
one going into the Anthology bin
if the spiders and webs in me head shake loose
mayhap I will write one for the caboose.

[SoldierDad]

Good morning SF. That's a wonderful picture.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks. It's supposed to be a sunrise, I hope it is.


I fear the sun was up long before me today, sometimes I do greet her, but not today. ;)


Here's to a grand day for you. Hope you do lots of emailing with your kids.

[SoldierDad]

I've gotten two emails from Robert overnight. Thanks for the thought of a grand day. I've got a five hour drive ahead of me today. I'm hoping the valley fog isn't. My son and I are going down to my step-mom's to take care of transfering ownership of my dad's pickup and 5th Wheel to my wife and I. Well, I've got lots to do before we can leave. Talk at ya later. Have a great day.

SD

[Lady Jag]

Happy Festival of Sleep Day

When: Always on January 2nd
No, you are not dreaming. Festival of Sleep Day is an opportunity to sleep in, snooze, doze, nap, and catch 40 winks.

We feel this is the perfect date for Festival of Sleep Day. The holidays are over...Wow, weren't they exhausting! It's cold and snowy.... time to hibernate. And, why not re-charge the batteries as a new year of school and work begins?

Festival of Sleep Day is a favorite holiday to catch up on a little sleep. Whether its all day, a full 8 hours, or just a power nap, enjoy the day sleeping. Cozy up in bed on the couch, or any other comfortable place. Oh.... don't forget your favorite stuffed animal.