~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XX

May 8, 2005 | bentfeather 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©

[HopeandGlory]

I'm first . . . I'm first . . . .LOL!!!

I'm gettting used to an empty house (well, except for hubby of course . . . .;-) . . . Penquin Girl and my Grand Dog left this morning and returned to AZ. . . . .sigh!!! . . . What a girl, she drove the 900 mile trip in thirteen hours.

Watch out . . .here she comes . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!

Oh dear, empty nest syndrome. LOL

[StarCMC]

In honor of Sarge's preparation for leaving, Ms. Feather, I am posting this to the Lair...

Sarge, please take us with you wherever your journies take you.

*HUGS!*

 

Go Where Glory Waits Thee
Air  Maid of the Valley

 

Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh! then remember me!

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me.
 Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its lingering roses,
Once so loved by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me.

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee,
— Oh! then remember me.

Sir Thomas Moore

[StarCMC]

Sarge, I hereby issue a challenge...

One more time, before you go, please write for us?

Here's the inspiration:

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Star, for this beautiful presentation for Sarge. Old Sarge is very much a part of the Lair. Many a wonderful hour we have spent here.

Sarge, there is always friendship here for you and all service persons. HUgs

[StarCMC]

*whispering*

Think he'll accept?

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper!

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather.

Candles Are a Gift of Light

Candles are a gift of light,
A tiny sun, a bit of star.
No other dancer in the night
Dances with such sheer delight,
Little souls serene and bright,
Each a glimpse of what we are
Shining innocent and pure.

by Nicholas Gordon

[StarCMC]

I'm thinking he is powerless to resist the call of the challenge, no? *G*

[StarCMC]

It has been thrown down Sarge. He he he!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, gorgeous graphic and poem. Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Hope I can comply, I have to post the TT Thread just to annoy Writer33 tonight.

[StarCMC]

ROFL!!!! I'll keep Sarge busy til you get back!

[Old Sarge]

Departing I am, at the crack o' the dawn,
my armor an' my pack, but my sabre not drawn,
Off once again, my love to defend,

And when, oh when,
will the lightning strike again?

Lands an' places, me eyes shall beheld,
thisty brown desert an' arid low veldt,
Travellin', sojournin', comrade an' friend,

But when, oh when,
will the lightning strike again?

Rain an' winter, river an' loch,
deep green forest or ocean dock,
watered they be, by th' storms they send,

But when, oh when,
will the lightning strike again?

When comes th' time that I must prepare,
to draw steel an stirke in th' desert's dry air,
th' stormcloud shall gather, me foes shall I rend,

and THAT be th' time
when the lightning strikes again!

[Soaring Feather]

BRAVO!!!!!!

Speechless I am.

[HopeandGlory]

You betcha!!! . . . my DIL is very special . . .;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, indeed. HUGS

Love that graphic.

[HopeandGlory]

Thank you for posting this here Star . . . very fitting . . . God go with you Sarge . . . we'll be here when you return.

[HopeandGlory]

Stupendous!!! . . . Stay Safe Sweetpea . . . God Speed!!!

[Soaring Feather]

~Rolf Harris~Bohemian Rhapsody~