~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVI~

November 6, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of the Lair

[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 me...

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]

Beautiful Darksheare.

[Darksheare]

Thanks.
There's a tune to it, but of course I have zero talent with music and cannot describe the tune well enough that it would be understood.
*sigh*

[David L Walker straightheart]

your very Kind Thank you and Merry Christmas

[David L Walker straightheart]

Pure class I enjoyed this work

[David L Walker straightheart]

I am glad you liked it so Feather,its a great compliment to me personally because I admire your work as well

[Darksheare]

That was done by a band I like.
Been trying to find someplace for feather to get the mp3 because the tune is pretty.
Starts out with what appears to be either an uptuned cello or a detuned violin.

[Darksheare]

The drek I write personally is exampled in post 1018.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi David, nice to see you. Thanks for the kind words. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

[Soaring Feather]

We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth...For
my part, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the
worst; and to provide for it.
--Patrick Henry

[Soaring Feather]

The Color Green

A green flash is sometimes seen just as the sun sets or
rises. This occurs because green light is bent most strongly
by the atmosphere. So the green is seen before other colors at
sunrise, and after the other colors have vanished at sunset.

[laurenmarlowe]

The Chieftans ~ Foggy Dew

Good night Ms. Feather. Thank you!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You sweetie, and good night to you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets!
Merry Christmas!

[NicknamedBob]

Good Morning!

(Checks instrument panel...)

Uh-Oh! Caffeine level is low... I'd better attend to that.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!

Merry Christmas Bob to you and yours!

[NicknamedBob]

I need a Christmas poem. I guess I'd better get to work on it.

I don't want to wait until the last minute or anything.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL that's hilarious!!

Plenty of time for a poem Bob, you can do it!!

[Soaring Feather]

A Christmas Rose for the ladies of the Lair.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Serviceman



The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
in perfect contentment, or so it would seem.
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
and I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear
"Come in this moment, it' s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve! "

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
to the window that danced with a warm fire's light
then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night "

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December, "
then he sighed, "That' s a Christmas Gram always remembers. "
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red white and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat
I can carry the weight of killing another
or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
who stand at the front against any and all,
to insure for all time that this flag will not fall. "

"So go back inside, " he said, "harbor no fright
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right. "
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money, " I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son. "

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
to know you remember we fought and we bled
is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Michael Marks