To: Old Sarge; Colonel_Flagg; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Darksheare; NicknamedBob; radu; Darkchylde; ...
Touch Our Moon
Time is touching our moon
and stars to strike the fire
lighting the heavens
In love we crossed the planets
seeing a moon watcher
wait for his reward
beyond the sun.
bentfeather
June 30, 2004
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473 posted on
06/30/2004 8:23:30 PM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; Darksheare; NicknamedBob; Darkchylde; radu
MIDNIGHT FOG
Night-time comes later than sundown, for us
the ones who talk, and sing,
and dance with others across the void.
I step outside, and into a world
of silence and wonder.
Mist and cool air,
utter stillness of the night.
Dripping mists off eaves,
dewdrops off the leaves,
gravel under my shoes
the only sound.
There's magic in this night,
the quiet and the gentleness
of the caressing mist,
walking with me as I make my way,
back to my bunk with the others,
brethren under arms who,
though they fight at my side,
cannot follow me in flight.
Good Night.
(c) 06-28-04 by JSR
474 posted on
06/30/2004 8:32:18 PM PDT by
Old Sarge
(2004: Win One More For The Gipper!)
To: bentfeather
478 posted on
06/30/2004 8:50:09 PM PDT by
SAMWolf
(Hey Darksheare, Let's split up, we can do more damage that way.)
To: bentfeather
you know....we are so lucky to have a president with a soul.
Many dont get the fellow but I hear him
479 posted on
06/30/2004 8:52:57 PM PDT by
mylife
(The roar of the masses could be farts)
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