[JustAmy]

November 29, 2011



Graphic by MamaBear

On Quill Street

We will
Write poetry
And craft stories
In this house
Here
On Quill Street--
For quill
Means pen
In a language
Most consider dead
And our language
Is life,
As are the words
We will write
Here
In this house
On Quill Street.

We will
Welcome friends
And
Be friends
Here
On Quill Street.
Open hearts
Open house
Where
There will be
Laughter
Where
There will be
Healing,
And poetry
And shared stories
And words of life,
All is welcome
In this house
Here
On Quill Street.

- Joseph Powell

[Diver Dave]

Mornin’ to Amy’s Place.

Foggy and cold again. Think I’ll fart a stire - oops, start a fire. My mind must be playing tricks on me. ;^)

Feeling really good today. Been going through the strings of Christmas lights, replacing burned out lights and fuses. Takes a lot of patience to find the light so the whole string lights up. The Christmas tree is standing bare in the corner but not for long. Have always enjoyed all the Christmas decorations with Christmas music playing in the background...”It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas...”

[oldteen]

~Have a Wonderful Day~

[oldteen]

Simple, yet a very striking graphic!

Thank you!

[tiapam]

What a wonderful graphic and poem! Thank you!! Would have been on sooner, but the computer has been slow as molasses! Then got busy with other stuff!!