~The Dragon Flies' Lair V~

November 25, 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 guides
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©

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone in The Lair!
Wow SAM you beat me in this morning!!
I like the Friends poem this morning, thank you, Sam.

[Colonel_Flagg]

For some reason, I am hearing Patsy Cline in my head as I read your work. Best parallel I can draw is "Crazy".

Good morning to you. I hope you're off to a great start today!

[Colonel_Flagg]

And good morning to you! Sorry for not responding yesterday, my old and weary head was out like a light quite early last night.

I trust you are having a wonderful time.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Colonel!! LOL

Yes, I can identify with you comment! There have been one or two who have said that over the years!

So far so good, thanks. Things are gonna get hectic in a few minutes though, painters are coming back and I shall be abolished from my computer corner. I will be so glad when this project is done.

[Soaring Feather]

Colonel,

Did you know Willie Nelson wrote Crazy?

[Colonel_Flagg]

Did you know Willie Nelson wrote Crazy?

No, I didn't. I must admit that C&W isn't first on my list of music faves but that song has always gotten to me.

How long do the painters expect to need? I just had my bathroom done a couple of weeks ago and it seemed like it would never get done. =\

[Soaring Feather]

Painters:

It will be several days yet. Yesterday it was madness, two painters and one plumber working in the bathroom. The plumber drove out the painter, or was it the landlord? They then moved into my living room, they are finishing painting the ceiling and sidewalls.

It will just have to be madness until it's completed.

[snippy_about_it]

Awwww. I really like this one. It's just perfect for someone I know. :)

[snippy_about_it]

music server temporarily down but I'll be back later to listen.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather.
Good morning Darksheare.

We'll be hanging around SAM's house most of the day. Thanks for covering so much ground for us yesterday while we were away getting me settled in. :)

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning Colonel. Don't worry about not answering right away, heck sometimes pings get lost in the many we do get! I know you still like me! :)

I'm having a wonderful time.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Well, some pings are more important than others. :)

A quiet morning here. Listening to some relaxing music at the office and keeping my nose to the grindstone. Enjoy vacation :)

[SAMWolf]

:-(

[Soaring Feather]

You're most welcome snippy. Really no thanks needed, you and SAM helped me out so much this fall.

[snippy_about_it]

:)

[snippy_about_it]

Awwww. Thanks Colonel.

[snippy_about_it]

Music is working now! Yippee!

[Trikebuilder]

LOBO

A wolf sifting through the thickest of woods,
is a shadow among shadows, a ghost among ghosts.
Drifting down slope like a zephyr, as silent as he should,
apart of everything about him, aware of most.

He moves through the day into night with skillful ease,
a hunter with the skills to live where others so often fail.
Cunning unto genius and always aware of all he sees,
the wolf is perfect in design from nose to tip of tail.

He watches all through golden eyes and keeps the secrets there,
and moves as the spirit calls through hallowed evergreen halls.
Seeing but not often seen, the hunter moves with care,
and many never see the wolf so close, as evening gently falls.

[Soaring Feather]

Rose Run

When running for the roses,
does one see them?

Does one take the time to feel the beauty of the bush,
to smell the aroma of the bud,
to touch the velvet of the petal?

Or does one just run for the roses
as fast as one can?
To fall through the windows of life without quest,
to search for the honey on every thorn?
To hurt from the sting of ones heart being torn?

Run for the roses through life will always be,
the way that I do it.
Take life and laughter, pain too, for me.
So I'll run for the roses as fast as I can.

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
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[Soaring Feather]

Scottish historian Thomas Carlyle said,
"A well-written Life is almost as rare as a well-spent one."