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2-11-05
Graphic by MamaBear

Hidden Watchers

In Winter we can be content,
Or choose to have our time misspent.
The frozen river makes a path,
Where hidden watchers take their bath.

With patience, all the fish look up,
Now safe within their egglike cup.
The silvered light shows fleeting sights,
More fleet of foot than insect flights.

Unblinking in a staring sleep,
Does boredom cause the fish to weep?
Then who would know, or choose to care,
For tears of those who cannot share?

So shelter not too snugly down,
But stir out and go see the town,
Though chills may sometimes come to creep,
You’ll have more fun than fish who weep.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . January 31, 2005

[edweena]

News from the Front

His fury at death stirred a gentle breeze:
She thought it was only the wind in the trees.

He remembered a blast and the blinding sand,
Maybe moments ago in a far off land.

He tried to get through by stirring the trees:
She thought it was only the Carolina breeze.

Before he left they talked about codes,
Now despair rolled toward her over Carolina roads.

The spirit makes nothing of deserts and seas,
But the only sound was the wind in the trees.

Watching her grieve would be too much to bear.
He dissolved with a sigh on the soft spring air.

His love and regret stirred a gentle breeze,
Sifting through branches like the wind in the trees.

She knew when she saw the military car
What a terrible price he'd paid in the war.

With a soundless cry she fell to her knees
Under branches that stirred in a Carolina breeze.

[Horatio Gates]

For a fallen brother and sister in blue, Deputy Wayne Koester, Lake County Sheriff's Office, Florida and Officer Molly Suzanne Bowden, Columbia Police Department, Missouri.

As I held them close, I began to cry
Praying and hoping our friends would never die
I could see the whites of their eyes, as they held me tight
The wind whisked through their hair, as we saw the light
They cried no more as we fell to the ground
Their single tears, would never be found
Cry not my friends God will take you home
The Angels in Heaven will not be alone
You're both safe and well as a child to his mother

~Anonymous