~The Dragon Flies' Lair IV~

November 7, 2003 | bentfeather

[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 I...

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©

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. Oh, nothing at all wrong with it. I think women should wear hats. Don't see enough of it but I took the leap!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!

I agree with you about women and hats, people don't forget us! They may forget the name, but not the hat.

[Soaring Feather]

Sounds wonder snippy!! I think I like the style you describe. The hat style sounds sexy, woo hoo!!

I do not wear brown. I am cool colors, black, pinks, bluereds, purple, so forth.

[snippy_about_it]

I'll wear just about any color except red.

[Soaring Feather]

I am Women!!


One day, three men were  hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large  raging, violent  river. They needed to get to the other  side, but had no idea of   how to do so.

 The first man prayed to God, saying,  "Please God, give me the Strength  to  cross this  river."

 Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs,  and
 he was able to swim across the river in about two hours,  after almost   drowning a couple of  times.

 Seeing this, the second man prayed to God, saying,

 "Please God, give  me  the Strength..and the Tools to cross this river."

 Poof! God gave him a rowboat and he was able to  row across  the river in about an hour, after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.

 The third man had seen how this  worked out for the
other two, so he also  prayed to God saying,  "Please God, give me the Strength and the   Tools...and the  Intelligence... to cross this   river."

 And poof!  God turned him into a woman. She Looked at the map, hiked  upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.

 
 SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND  TO THE  GUYS YOU THINK  CAN HANDLE IT!


                          

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone in the Lair.
Sleep well.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!
Happy Monday!!
Is that a word??
:-)

[Conspiracy Guy]

Morning. Conspiracy Guy guards the catwalk at an undies fashion show.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gosh, that's a riot!

[snippy_about_it]

LOL.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Road Not Taken



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

[Soaring Feather]

The Seraph and Poet
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven,
And with the full life of consummate
Heaving beneath him like a mother's
Warm with her first-born's slumber in that
The poet sings upon the earth grave-riven,
Before the naughty world, soon self-forgiven
For wronging him,--and in the darkness prest
From his own soul by worldly weights.
Even so,
Sing, seraph with the glory ! heaven is high;
Sing, poet with the sorrow ! earth is low:
The universe's inward voices cry
' Amen ' to either song of joy and woe:
Sing, seraph,--poet,--sing on equally !

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!

Looks as though we have been thinking Classic poetry this morning.

I love, "I'll Never Fall In Love Again"! So pretty.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning to all! Hope you had a wonderful weekend.

We have ten inches of new snow to deal with today so my weekend was spent behind the snowblower. Have I mentioned that I really, truly despise winter? :)

[SAMWolf]

Have I mentioned that I really, truly despise winter?

That's why I'm in Oregon. Don't have to shovel rain and if I really want to see snow, I can drive for an hour and visit Mount Hood.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Look what I found on the internet.

[snippy_about_it]

Now there is a piece of poetry I have always liked.


Thanks for the tunes too!

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning Colonel. I noticed your absence and thougt you might be busy but not with 10 inches of snow!!

I hate winter too. :(