~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | 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©

[Colonel_Flagg]

Your grandmother is wise. January here serves no useful purpose.

We have a heavy Scandinavian influence all over the state. I'm Swedish, we have lots of those pesky Norwegians around (we tell them that Syttende Mai is really Swedish Independence Day since it's the day we ditched Norway) and there is heavy Finnish influence as well.

Besides having lots of shops where you can buy really cool sweaters, the cultural influence is quite profound.

[Soaring Feather]

I have Swede blood as well. Mummu (grandmother) was half Finn, half Swede. When I was in Finland 2002 we went to her church in Alavus. What an experience to walk on the floor of the church my grandmother walked on.

Away back then, the church owned huge farms. Her job was tending the cows. She met and married a Vet, they had one child who died from childhood diseases. Her husband fled Finland to escape the war and came to America/Canada. She sailed for America at the age of 24 years.When she arrived in Fitchberg MA, she learned her husband was ill and in hospital. He killed himself three weeks after she arrived in the New World.

Her parents were here already, in Lakota, N Dakota, she went to live with them. While there she met my grandfather. They married in 1900, had one daughter in N. Dakota and then moved to Edmondton, Alberta, Canada, where four children were born. My mother was one of them.

In 1911 grandfather got the itchy food again and moved the family to Tarpoon Springs FL. Things did not go well there. Sickness for everyone. My mother and aunt nearly died from Malaria.

The next move brought them to New York State. Grandfather died in 1923 and Grandmother lived to be 94 years young. She left us in 1970. She out lived three husbands.

[Soaring Feather]

An anonymous author wrote,
"Remember, people will judge you by your actions,
not your intentions.
You may have a heart of gold -- but so does a hard-boiled egg."

I like this quote. LOL

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Love's Perfume



Blossoming heart,
If ever we part,
Don't you know, there grows a
sweet Gardenia Lei in Hawaii,
Aloha evermore.
Where scented whispers fill the air,
Soft memories linger there.

Garden heart, petal soft,
Heaven hear my prayer,
Let Love's Perfume envelope him,
With such, sweet, care.

Georgia O. Cruz

[Colonel_Flagg]

The sacrifice of our pioneers is truly amazing. We've done quite a bit of research on our family roots in Sweden and every now and again we get letters from a distant relative that we never knew we had. Seems word is getting around over there, too!

I am mostly Swedish from my dad's side but my mom's side is Swedish/German. My great-grandfather came here from Sweden at the turn of the last century and married into a Swedish family that had already arrived. And I have two wonderful, bright-blond Scandinavian kids :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Stanzas To Jessy
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

There is a mystic thread of life
So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
That Destiny's relentless knife
At once must sever both, or none.

There is a Form on which these eyes
Have fondly gazed with such delight---
By day, that Form their joy supplies,
And Dreams restore it, through the night.

There is a Voice whose tones inspire
Such softened feelings in my breast,
I would not hear a Seraph Choir,
Unless that voice could join the rest.

There is a Face whose Blushes tell
Affection's tale upon the cheek,
But pallid at our fond farewell,
Proclaims more love than words can speak.

There is a Lip, which mine has prest,
But none had ever prest before;
It vowed to make me sweetly blest,
That mine alone should press it more.

There is a Bosom all my own,
Has pillow'd oft this aching head,
A Mouth which smiles on me alone,
An Eye, whose tears with mine are shed.

There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,
In unison so closely sweet,
That Pulse to Pulse responsive still
They Both must heave, or cease to beat.

There are two Souls, whose equal flow
In gentle stream so calmly run,
That when they part---they part?---ah no!
They cannot part---those Souls are One.

[snippy_about_it]

Pretty poem and lei. I see Elvis is in the house! LOL. I think tomorrow is his birthday. The radio said they were going to play his music all day.

[snippy_about_it]

There are two Souls, whose equal flow
In gentle stream so calmly run,
That when they part---they part?---ah no!
They cannot part---those Souls are One.

Byron was good!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!!

Lovely poem for today. The lei is beautiful, makes me think of fish hawk.

Great music today as well. Love that Elvis. I think I appreciate him more now than when he was alive.

[Soaring Feather]

Love the Lord Byron, especially the last stanza.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Byron was incredible. He expresses the things I would like to say except he had talent.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I do too. This is probably my favorite of his work.

[Soaring Feather]

Click
Dolly Parton and She's An Eagle When She Flies.

[snippy_about_it]

Hey, you've got talent too!

[Soaring Feather]

Falling in love with a midnight dragonfly
in moonlight soft as gossamer
music from golden lips my night passion....

His perception of desire is me
wanting his lips
and forgiving him for another's eyes...

bentfeather
01/07/04

[SAMWolf]

The lei is beautiful, makes me think of fish hawk

That's who the poem made me think of too.

[Darksheare]

Thank you.

Found the Macabre story..

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/670406/posts?page=404#404

[Colonel_Flagg]

Not like that fellow :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Forgiving. Now there's a concept. :)