[Soaring Feather]

Oh sorry, I am a poor hostess.

Uncle Shag, has been around FR for a few years now. He has posted his poetry on this thread. Well, about a year ago I guess.

So everyone meet, Geek De Jure, Judy's hubby, WayzataJohnn, a dear friend from years ago and Uncle Shag. Just say howdy to one another.

HopeandGlory is a regular here. She writes lovely Haiku.

Our youngest and newest member is Reaper Freeper. A lovely young lady poet.

Knittingaconundrum, is a long time FReeper. We welcome her lovely Free Verse Religious Poetry.

Scubie Nuc comes around sometimes.Where are ya, Scubie??

[uncleshag]

Oh, pshaw!

You are not a poor hostess. You are the richest poster I know of if the currency is FRiends. I have read most everyone's post at one time or another. Hi all!

My sidekick and partner on the podcasts is FReeper, pelikan.
Peli, take a bow. Peli is SO not submissive. She has good .gif though. lol!

I am glad to meet you all "officially".

Thanks, bentfeather.
-unc.

[ScubieNuc]

I'm honored by your introduction. Things have been busy of late, but I am working on something right now. Hopefully, soon, I take some time to hash it out creatively.

Thanks for thinking of me.

8^)

[HopeandGlory]

buds bursting forth, while
lovingly pruning the grape
wine's in the furture

rim©

[WVJudyInJupiter]

BF, Mostest Hostess - thanks for the introductions. . . most I've been keeping up with on the Canteen. What you all do is awesome and surely appreciated by our fabulous troops.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Poeming through the Night!

Words slip through my odd mind,
as over this old keyboard I but rest,
seeking something I may even find,
though not always my personal best!

Words whisper the possibilities there within,
and I listen in wonder to the things they’ve said,
and sometimes write them down to read again,
and find some surprise at where they have led!

Entwined around some idea still half formed yet,
the poem is a fledgling life findings its own way,
and I really have no idea where it going to set,
taking my chances as I scribe what the words do say!

Let the wonder and the winsome have their play,
and follow the bouncing ball along the line,
seeking the end of the story, finish the poem I say,
and trust your muse to make it come out perhaps fine!

Here I sit in the deepening night again,
floating thoughts upon a slumbering sea,
surprised what the tide will bring from my pen,
wonder from where did this come to be?