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Posted on 09/22/2004 3:23:57 AM PDT by JustAmy
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Here's one for a CA-Girl
In back of the old farmhouse
along the coast, in Mendocino
we slept like two babies in the loft
of the grey-shingled guesthouse
the skylight was a bubble
into the galaxy swirling past
holding us in its arms --
you were like warm chocolate
and to be with you
in that space
was dizzyfying
morning spilled
into the open window
as a bouquet of sea-fresh
pink fuschia, dripping dew
into the darting tongues
of the sunclad
summer hummers
and easy as the silk
on the wings of a butterfly
we fell into the dawn
129 posted on 10/14/2003 10:49:57 PM PDT by JethroHathAWay (without the cape I would not be able to fly.)
Great!
And what's an victory without champagne?
Many happy postings!
Today is known for some other things:
Ice Cream Cone Day (must be celebrated once a quarter?)
American Business Women's Day
Autumnal Equinox
While You Are Defending Me
On an island of fire,
In an ocean of steel,
I witnessed Sweet Freedom, Sweet Freedom rise.
I pledge, under God, my allegience to thee,
For your Honor, your Valor,
Will never die.
So to you in the air,
And you at sea,
And you always faithful to me,
To you who roll on in the cold grey dawn,
Godspeed, while you are defending me.
In the smoking ruins of shattered peace,
Where hate, and evil, took wing to fly,
You simply say,
We roll today.
For your Honor, your Valor
Will never die.
So to you in the air,
And you at sea,
And you always faithful to me,
To you who roll on in the cold grey dawn,
Godspeed, while you are defending me.
In my prayers at night,
In my anger and fright, I cry,
How can He let this terror be?
The answer came,
I love you the same,
My father,
My brother,
My daughter,
My son,
So roll on my father,
Roll on my son,
Roll on, my husband, roll on,
Roll on, my brother in the cold, grey dawn,
Godspeed, while you are defending me.
In the world to come,
When war's night is done,
We shall see Sweet Freedom, Sweet Freedom rise.
I pledge, under God, my allegience to thee,
Godspeed, while you, are defending me.
So to you in the air,
And you at sea,
And you always faithful to me,
To you who roll on in the cold grey dawn,
Godspeed, while you are defending me.
(C)2003 by Appaloosa
103 posted on 10/07/2003 11:04:05 AM PDT by appaloosa
Mornin', everybody ! Happy Wednesday!
Happy anniversary !!
[Hmmm .... the temp GIF thingy seems broke right now]
Whoops! Now it's working. :^O
Have a cup while you Freep !
And thank y'all for the great poem and graphic!
Thanks for the memories! Sigh...
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Our team thanks you. We've enjoyed bringing you the Place every morning.
Hope you are having a Wonderful Wednesday.
We all thank you for your good wishes.
That graphic is adorable. Thank you.
Thank you for a year of wonderful contributions.
Our team (which includes MamaBear) thanks you for the warm wishes.
The Place would not have made it for a year without your contributions here and in my mail box.
Thank you!!!
My Wednesday is going just fine! I hope yours is, too!
Crackled Glee
Days have a way of slipping quietly past,
where once they lingered onward, now they never last.
Like the dew in morning as it blankets all the ground,
daylight slowly melts away and gives to nightfall’s sound.
The wheels of time revolve around and tick off each new year,
I have found my graying age popping out so clear.
And with the strands of golden years that line my face and hair,
I brush them out with tangled pride and ease my age with care.
I know I’ve seen such many sights and made my life with me,
yet as the years keep piling up, I long for youth so free.
A time when I matched body-soul and didn’t feel so low,
where dancing round the chimney’s fire I watched the embers glow.
The fire’s out without a doubt, as I sit here alone.
My lover said “Grow old with me,” his name’s now carved in stone.
I ache with pain inside and out and sit most days in chairs,
from inside out I watch the ones who walk in joyful pairs.
So now as day falls silently, I rise to fall to bed,
then suddenly I catch myself and go outside instead.
The moon is bright and calls to me a poem in my head,
it’s music lulls me in sweet bliss and slowly I am fed.
I start to move in rhythm’s dance and sway around a pine,
my lover’s voice is nightfall’s choice, this moment that I dine.
I drink up darkness, breathe it’s scent and eat it’s ripened age,
and deep inside I fill my soul from wisdom’s long lost page.
In quiet brush I fall to ground on needle’s solemn ache,
they snap and crackle like my joints but jolt me wide awake.
My lover’s gone but here’s his voice, planted near a tree,
I spread my arms and throw his voice in crackled, laughing glee.
***Some inspiration for the inevitable appearance of age
Happy Anniversary! Good years ahead!
From Straight Vermonter's wife
Great GIF, Mama_Bear !!
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