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~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~
December 17,2003
| bentfeather
Posted on 12/17/2003 1:06:51 PM PST by 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©
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To: bentfeather
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.
921
posted on
01/07/2004 9:17:11 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
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.
922
posted on
01/07/2004 9:44:18 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: All
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
923
posted on
01/07/2004 9:47:29 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.
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Coffee & Donuts
924
posted on
01/07/2004 10:08:43 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(Cats know how we feel. They don't give a damn, but they know.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Love's Perfume
![](http://www.maui.net/~mauifun/images/lei.gif)
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
925
posted on
01/07/2004 10:09:13 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(Cats know how we feel. They don't give a damn, but they know.)
To: bentfeather
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 :)
926
posted on
01/07/2004 10:15:01 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it
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.
927
posted on
01/07/2004 10:17:49 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: SAMWolf
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.
928
posted on
01/07/2004 10:26:57 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
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!
929
posted on
01/07/2004 10:28:35 AM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: SAMWolf
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.
930
posted on
01/07/2004 10:42:06 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: Colonel_Flagg
Love the Lord Byron, especially the last stanza.
931
posted on
01/07/2004 10:43:17 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: snippy_about_it
Byron was incredible. He expresses the things I would like to say except he had talent.
932
posted on
01/07/2004 1:28:59 PM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: bentfeather
I do too. This is probably my favorite of his work.
933
posted on
01/07/2004 1:29:14 PM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
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Click
Dolly Parton and She's An Eagle When She Flies.
934
posted on
01/07/2004 2:05:30 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: Colonel_Flagg
Hey, you've got talent too!
935
posted on
01/07/2004 2:34:08 PM PST
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: snippy_about_it; radu; Colonel_Flagg; Darksheare; SAMWolf
![]( http://images4.fotki.com/v48/photos/9/99815/455426/radudragonfly-vi.gif)
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
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936
posted on
01/07/2004 7:13:34 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I do Poetry and ~Dream a Lot~)
To: bentfeather
The lei is beautiful, makes me think of fish hawk That's who the poem made me think of too.
937
posted on
01/07/2004 7:16:37 PM PST
by
SAMWolf
(Cats know how we feel. They don't give a damn, but they know.)
To: bentfeather
938
posted on
01/07/2004 7:20:00 PM PST
by
Darksheare
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To: snippy_about_it
Not like that fellow :)
939
posted on
01/07/2004 7:23:23 PM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
To: bentfeather
Forgiving. Now there's a concept. :)
940
posted on
01/07/2004 7:24:26 PM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Patience. Patience. Patience.)
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