[SAMWolf]

My Flowers



My flowers do not come from shops... Or near my garden
wall...Because my flowers are the friends... Who take the
time to call... They are the living lilacs and... The roses red
and white... The tulips and forget-me-nots... Of every day
and night... They are the folks who ring my bell... Or write
me from afar... To offer me their services... And tell me how
they are... Who somehow always seem to have... A little time
to spare... To fill my vases with their smiles... And let me
know they care... They are the gentle souls with whom... I
never want to part... Because they are the flowers fair... That
blossom in my heart.

James J. Metcalfe

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poetry this morning and some hysterical music. ;)

[snippy_about_it]

Beyond words



I want to write about a love,
a love I have for a friend that is beyond measure.

Where do I find the words to decsribe this love?

I search my soul and find only feelings I am unable to express with speech

I look to my lips for the words to form and find only a smile that will not fade when thinking of him.

I listen to my heart and hear only the sound of serenity in knowing him, it cannot be written down.

A connection, a bond, a oneness of being that reaches beyond reason and explanation, yet it's there and if fills me with joy.

A love for a friend ~ beyond words


sai 10.03

[Soaring Feather]

Friend Sam,

Thanks so much for the beautiful poem and graphic!!

Sam, your steadfast friendship and loyality mean so much to me.

Thank You.

feather


PS SAM, I am in New York State now!!! WHOO HOO!!