The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

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

[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 me...

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©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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William Feather said, "Success seems to be
largely a matter of hanging on after others
have let go."

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Today is Monday, Jan. 8, the eighth day of 2007 with 357 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mars,
Jupiter and Saturn. The evening stars are Venus, Mercury,
Uranus and Neptune

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning, Lairites....

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Now that picture makes me feel COLD! Imagine seeing the breath of a bird.

[Soaring Feather]

Well, hello there!

It's a great photo, yes.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SoldierDad]

The Surgeon General wouldn't approve.

Morning SF. Interesting photo.

[SoldierDad]

Awwwww. Cute.

[Lady Jag]

Happy Humpday!!

[SoldierDad]

I wonder who would be more startled when the door opens?

[Lady Jag]

Awe, they are just a couple of solicitors looking for doe.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, SD.


Well, the photo was one of three and the description on the series is, the mother had brought the fawn into this families yard for protection.

I received the photos years ago in an email.

[Soaring Feather]

Awww, sweet.

[SoldierDad]

LOL. And, what might they be selling?

[Soaring Feather]

Shakespeare's: Sonnets #103




Alack what poverty my muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside.
O blame me not if I no more can write!
Look in your glass and there appears a face,
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend,
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell.
And more, much more than in my verse can sit,
Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.

[Soaring Feather]

Shakespeare's Sonnet #30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

[Lady Jag]

I thought they were just soliciting.

[SoldierDad]

Ah, donations then?

[Lady Jag]

Oh yes! I didn't finish the thought!

They are soliciting for the Freepathon!