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2-7-05
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The Music Played

A time of pipes, and hats, and walking canes,
A time of much more slowly taking pains,
To correspond, and answer back, and always say,
You had the most fun on that day,

You rode out to the park, and strolled,
As children orbited the old,
And laughter was the music played,
Wherever footsteps gently strayed.

Though work seemed noble, more sublime,
Was how we chose to spend our time,
Of leisure, with a graceful style,
I have not seen in quite a while.

Perhaps someday it will return,
When we have much more time to burn,
And learn to face the fact that we,
Won’t be here for eternity.

NicknamedBob . . . . . January 31, 2005

[PGalt]

Bumping a great "life's treasures" thread, inhabited by wonderfully talented individuals. It is always guaranteed to bring a smile.

[dog breath]

Heres a poem for you from Wendell Berry a Kentucky poet.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.