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Posted on 11/06/2004 8:40:53 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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LOL. This is very cute.
Oh my, how wonderful!! I love it! Thanks so much Lauren.
Good morning to all at the Lair!
I hope everyone's well and having a great time planning for the holiday festivities!
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Coffee & Donuts
Good morning, Sam!
Nice opening poem this morning. Great tunes in the Lair, too.
This morning we have snow on the ground-not much, but looks to have ice mixed with it.
I have to go out this noon to get me hairs cut.
Hope the sun melts some of the stuff before I have to strike out!
Awww. Can't go wrong with poetry about dogs. Good music, too. Thanks Sam.
Afternoon everyone. I figured I'd finally drop
in. Been trying to think of something to write.
I have ideas, but only half formed.
Hi Darkchylde!
Nice to see you in the Lair.
We'll be here when your muse gets moving. :-)
I know... but the blasted little pixie is taking it's time.
Give her time, give her time. Did you read some of the wonderful stuff our poets have been writing? Any inspiration from them??
No, I actually haven't been wandering around
here much... I probably should though, huh?
Oh yes, we have a new poet LunaRed, and David L walker Straightheart posted yesterday.
An email gem.....
God's Wings
A little something to put things in perspective...
An article in National Geographic several years ago
provided an interesting picture of God's wings. After
a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest
rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the
inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes,
perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a
tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he
knocked over the bird with a stick.
When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried
from under their dead mother's wings.
The loving mother, keenly aware of impending
disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the
tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinct-
tively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She
could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon
her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat
had scorched her small body. The mother had remained
steadfast. She had been willing to die, so those under the
cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings
you will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)
Being loved this much should make a difference in your
life. Remember the One who loves you, and then be
different because of it.
Please pass this on to people
you want to be blessed. Please read on.
To realize the value of a sister
Ask someone who doesn't have one.
To realize the value of ten years:
ask a newly divorced couple
To realize the value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize the value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.
To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize the value of one-second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You
will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone
special.
To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.
I noticed LunaRed, but wasn't really paying much
attention. I've been in a bit of a mental catatonic
state for a while, so I figured I shouldn't say anything...
just in case it came out something like "slaaaa....".
Trying to write something & I hit a
bump... I can't think of an ending.
Boyhood days down sledding
'Til we no longer felt our toes.
Snowmen in the pasture, treading
'twixt last seasons fruitful rows.
Those days, burnt, forever past
Oh, please, return to me!
I feel the present fading fast
It's all I care to see!
If it's not to be, it will not be
I cannot change the weather.
So I'll sit, eyeing, warm and cozy
The dance of Sarge and bentfeather.
Welcome to The Dragon Flies' Lair, uncleshag!
Such a wonderful poem filled with strong images.
It's a quiet place here, but we always enjoy chit chat and poetry and tunes! LOL
Thank You so much for posting in the Lair.
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