~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening to you sir.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Well, time to sleep, until the dawn awakens me with its rosy kiss, just in time to run to work.


Good night one and all see ya later.

[Soaring Feather]

Nite, nite, and thank you for the lovely poetry as usual.

[Soaring Feather]

When you are ready dear lady!

[Soaring Feather]

Good night to all who enter the Lair.
May you find peace, love and joy from your visit.
To the poets posting their poetry and music,
Thank You, for treating this room with respect.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Friday morning everyone.

If you wish to not be on this list, please Freepmail or post your wish on this board.

[uncleshag]

Good morning, Ms. Feather!!

[cedarswingman]

Morning Ms.Feather. Beautiful picture.

[international american]

Good morning y'all!

Spring Ball
© By Abbey R. Ferrier

The breeze get warmer,
The days wax longer,
The spring ball is about to begin.
Each tree suddenly peaks to see whose dress it complete.
The fir tree, pine needles so sharp and delicate,
Showing off its pinecones at the end of its branches.
The wise maple, leaves as big as elephant ears,
But the most beautiful, the cherry blossom.
All trees stare and snap at her beauty.
The spring ball is about to begin.
The sun beams dance off the dew drops
as the trees sway to the music of the wind.
The evergreen trees stare in amazement
at beautiful colored gowns,
Each embarrassed to ask his lady to dance.
As the ladies are asked
their blossoms turn shades of pink.
The spring ball is about to begin.

[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

Trees
by Joyce Kilmer

1 I think that I shall never see
2 A poem as lovely as a tree.

3 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
4 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

5 A tree that looks at God all day,
6 And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

7 A tree that may in Summer wear
8 A nest of robins in her hair;

9 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
10 Who intimately lives with rain.

11 Poems are made by fools like me,
12 But only God can make a tree.

bf

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, IA.

Lovely poem you have given this morning.


I love the images of dancing trees, fabulous!

[Soaring Feather]

Nice to see you!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Unc!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair!

WaitingJohn Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

[international american]

Good poem. I see Mike Tyson designed your tagline.

[Soaring Feather]

Waiting
John Burroughs


Good morning, Colonel, great poem today, thank you.

[stand watie]

GM, miss feather!

free dixie,sw

[Soaring Feather]

GM, sw!!!!!!


free dixie!! bf!!!

[stand watie]

duckie is in Pine Bluff, AGAIN!

BOO HOO!

free dixie,sw

[Soaring Feather]

Oh sorry sw!!

Well, hang around FR.

free dixie, bf