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To: yorkie

lots of sunflower seeds, some cat food, peanuts ..a treat mom usually gets to first. I put out some over the hill fruit this week and they licked the bowl clean.
No appearance yet tonight though I noticed the peanuts were eaten..probably while I was in the kitchen. I added some cat food.


2,472 posted on 07/28/2009 11:14:33 PM PDT by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
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Retrospective Resurrection

Dawn breaks in silent grace and golden hue
as the wind whispers of tales and history too
Sweet the song and sad the refrain I hear
of life of the strong overcoming their fear

Long shadows flit across the high places
and hold the eyes as the mind races
Alone and yet not, a crowd of just one
a soul looking for life and love and fun

You could cry the tears that seldom fell
each a memory with its own story to tell
And the breeze would dry the tears in time
then your soul would lift to life’s rhyme

A hawk dancing on the wind would cry out
and you could laugh, free at last to shout
The high places healed your tattered soul
and it was then that you felt at last whole

I remember the moments of sublime grace
and I minded not the tracks on my face
Strong enough to cry, weak enough accept
the saving touch of that oh so greater Adept

Dark times, too many to count have held me
so hard to overcome the pressures, I’d flee
To the healing silences of the waiting land
and the gentle touch of the Master’s hand

My time is nearly run, yet I seek only peace
keep your gold and fame, for me its release
I’ve seen the elephant and rode the river fair
and now I am patient as I lay my soul bare

My tale is wide and filled with colors bold
and happy am I that I saw the world unfold
Grant me the one last chance to stand again
in the high places, be it in sun or misty rain

I know not the future path I have yet to tread
but I will do so, head high without mortal dread
I walk not alone, never in all my many days
and that is my greatest treasure to carry away


2,473 posted on 07/29/2009 2:47:26 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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