Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2008

JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; 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!





Bad Penny



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




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[La Enchiladita]

You can put names and words in your gifs though; that is nice.

[JustAmy]

Amen.

Thanks for the Charlton Heston poem. RIP Mr. Heston.

[JustAmy]

LOL

Thanks, Dolly.

[JustAmy]

"you are all appreciated, and I know I speak for Amy too when I say we are so happy to have you here.

The welcome mat is always out at Amy's Place"

Ya got that right, Lori.

I appreciate all of the contributions.
I appreciate the friendly atmosphere that everyone brings to Amy's.
I appreciate my friends who help keep the doors open in my absence.

To each of You!

[Mama_Bear]

:-)

How is Mr. KM doing? Is he healthy and adjusting to his new home now?

[Mama_Bear]

Well, FR is having problems again. Guess I will go to bed.

Good night, Amy.

[OESY]

Thank you for your many contributions—despite all your recent duties. You certainly have had your hands filled of late.

[OESY]

Sorry I missed your birthday, Dita. Hope you had a great celebration. In the meantime, I enjoyed your Butterfly Lesson.

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[OESY]

Yesterday, I also missed Modern Olympics Day.

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[OESY]

And today is Matches First for Sale Day (1827).

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[jaycee]

Good Monday Morning, Amy! Haven’t been on here since Sat. morning. So much happened over the weekend and it was all good but kept me pretty busy!....I have a lot of reading catch-up to do!

[jaycee]

A very precious little one!

[JustAmy]

April 7, 2008

Graphic by MamaBear

The Sentry

It climbs up from the rocky shore,
A fist made out of stone.
Defiant against Nature’s wrath,
To claim it for its own.

Forlorn against the elements,
And lonely on the line,
It brings an element of hope,
And helps to make it shine.

This is the place of battle,
The stone against the sea.
Unyielding stubbornness
Thus meets eternal enmity.

Unending anger storms onto,
A calm, determined place,
And wails until its furor wanes,
No tears found on this face.

It is a sign of lasting love.
The mason and his crew,
Have crafted hardened heartstones,
As gifts to an unknown you.

You look out from the tossing decks,
And know just where you stand.
The light gives friendly stay-aways,
This is no place to land.

Thus even though it stands alone,
This beacon does not call,
But tells the others “Danger here!”
A lonely friend to all.

On cloudless, sunny days it seems,
That much more lonely still,
If works can turn the coming tide,
The gallant lighthouse will.

The sentry does not know about,
The worth his work has done,
But in the dark despair of night,
His soul shines like a sun.

NicknamedBob . . . April 17, 2004

[The Mayor]

April 7, 2008

Why? Why? Oh, Why?

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READ: Proverbs 3:1-12

If you endure chastening, God deals with you as with sons. —Hebrews 12:7

Why must I suffer disappointment, sorrow, and tribulation? What have I done that God should send me trials? Is He displeased with me? These questions are constantly asked by God's dear children.

Much of this fear and questioning is due to our misunderstanding of God's dealings with His own. He has His good reasons. And one of those reasons is for our spiritual discipline. We should be far more afraid of being left alone than of God's chastening, for He wastes no time on worthless objects that give no promise of fruitfulness.

On the shores of Lake Michigan are great barren sand dunes that have never felt the point of a plow. But in the rich lowlands beyond them, the farmer is constantly cultivating the soil. The farmer knows what he is doing, so he keeps on breaking up the soil. The deeper the plow works and the more the sharp harrow, the more precious the crop will be when harvest time comes.

God's plow goes deep, but it is only that in the end we may forget the plowing and rejoice in the blessing of bearing much fruit for Him. "No chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it" (Heb. 12:11).

When blades of distress cut deep in the soul,
Breaking up ground that was untouched before,
The Lord is preparing soil to bear fruit
Fit for the harvest to feed many more. —Hess

All sunshine and no rain make a desert.

Bible in One Year: Joshua 16–18; Proverbs 3:1-10

[La Enchiladita]

Thanks for opening the doors to Amy's Place today, OESY. The Butterfly Lesson is pretty good, and thanks for b-day wishes:):)

I had hoped to get a Good Morning up in time for the east coasters but I'm a few minutes late. Here it is anyway:

TO ALL...

[jaycee]

Gosh, I hate I missed this ‘big breakfast’ yesterday..lol..And I will be in the yard a lot today. Had so much rain and now we are due for a beautiful day and yesterday was nice for church and ‘running around’..I would rather be here really, but so much to do and just one of me!

[La Enchiladita]

My pings page has different formatting this a.m. Oh dear, John must be having a time of it!!

[jaycee]

I posted birthday wishes on the finest but had to send this one for you....you will see why!


A hummingbird and kitty cat!

[jaycee]

I just love your sweet greetings....your talents pop out all over! And I love the bird pictures. How close did you have to get to get such a great pic. of your bird...zoom lens? Whatever it was, its wonderful!

[Mama_Bear]

My pings page has different formatting this a.m.

Yes, and it is awful! John is making changes. Here is the thread he posted regarding the changes......

Free Republic Update: My Comments (Pings), System Upgrade and Spelling and Time Zone Breakage.

I hope this is a work in progress and not the way he intends to leave it. :-(