Why I Support President Bush and the ZOT!

[Tax-chick]

I've been pretty lazy so far - watched part of "Patton" with Vlad while the other boys played a computer game. Everyone else will be coming home from camp after lunch. It rained most of the day yesterday, so we'll have two or three loads of muddy laundry and at least 6 baths to accomplish before we have to leave for church at 4:30. If the parish didn't have the Sunday evening Mass, we'd have trouble with our scheduling!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

If the parish didn't have the Sunday evening Mass, we'd have trouble with our scheduling!

our parish has done away with Saturday evening Mass - Catholic downsizing LOL!!

[fanfan]

Thanks!

I'll be back later.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Seeya later fan!!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

I'll be back later.

[Tax-chick]

We have Saturday evening, two Sunday morning, and Sunday evening, and they're all full or over-full. We need a bigger building!

[Irish_Thatcherite]

You must have big parish? Or maybe you live in a Marian Shrine?

Anyway, I'll be back later, seeya TC!!

[Monkey Face]

Hello?

Is anyone here? *mutters* (Dang! Look at this mess! Beer cans and bottles all over the place...chip bags, bowls of dying dip...)

Hey! Who left their clothes all over in here?
*stumbles over something...someone?* OOOOOF!

[NicknamedBob]

T'weren't me! I've been raking leaves.

[Monkey Face]

The dip looks like it's been dying for more than an hour, so I would think it wasn't you.

Besides: Why are you raking leaves in April? Don't you do that in October?

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Ohhhh!

What was in that punch? And why are you glowing lime green?

[Monkey Face]

It's not me that's glowing, Teddy...it's your eyes. You look slightly...er...odd. Your balance is off, as well...wait...why are you standing an inch off the floor?

*sez to self* (Whoa! This is weird!)

[NicknamedBob]

"Why are you raking leaves in April?"

Leaves

They’re piled up in the corners.
They’re matted in the yard.
I don’t remember having trees,
Has ever been this hard.

A hint of woodsmoke in the air,
The acrid, musty smell.
Just gather leaves up in a pile,
And spread the ashes well.

Now that they have protectors,
They dump on us with glee.
I’ve never had a poem do,
What trees have done to me.

They pepper me with acorns,
Or crash a mighty limb.
But worst of all to deal with,
Is the assault of ... THEM!

A million scuttling soldiers,
In khaki, to blend in,
They gather in the darkness,
And move out with the wind.

They hide the pretty flowers,
And cover up the grasses,
I’d like to light a fire or two,
And fix their little ... ashes.

Instead, we haul them all away,
Recycled, as they say.
I think they make their breakouts and,
Come back another day.

There seem to be so many more,
Than there once used to be.
Instead of burying, let’s cremate them,
And set their spirits free.

The trees now lord it over us,
That used to live in fear.
I guess I’ve learned the truth of this,
“Rake more than once a year.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 3, 2004
© 2004

Leaves

They’re piled up in the corners.
They’re matted in the yard.
I don’t remember having trees,
Has ever been this hard.

A hint of woodsmoke in the air,
The acrid, musty smell.
Just gather leaves up in a pile,
And spread the ashes well.

Now that they have protectors,
They dump on us with glee.
I’ve never had a poem do,
What trees have done to me.

They pepper me with acorns,
Or crash a mighty limb.
But worst of all to deal with,
Is the assault of ... THEM!

A million scuttling soldiers,
In khaki, to blend in,
They gather in the darkness,
And move out with the wind.

They hide the pretty flowers,
And cover up the grasses,
I’d like to light a fire or two,
And fix their little ... ashes.

Instead, we haul them all away,
Recycled, as they say.
I think they make their breakouts and,
Come back another day.

There seem to be so many more,
Than there once used to be.
Instead of burying, let’s cremate them,
And set their spirits free.

The trees now lord it over us,
That used to live in fear.
I guess I’ve learned the truth of this,
“Rake more than once a year.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 3, 2004
© 2004

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I am?

I thought the floor was awful comfort....

:drops an inch:

..able. Ooof!

And of course I am not going to bite you. I never bite. And how are you talking without moving your lips?

[Monkey Face]

Good, Bob, but...that's either a red maple tree in spring, or a regular tree in fall. And it doesn't look like maple.

[Monkey Face]

Glad to see you back to "earth."
How can you hear me when I'm not talking?

[NicknamedBob]

Trust me, that isn't my yard.

That yard has grass in it.

[Monkey Face]

What? You have a "low maintenance" yard like we do here? Red gravel and succulents? No way...that will never do.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I think rather then taking the leaves to be recycled they are releasing them back into their natural habitat

[Monkey Face]

That would explain the superabundance of them, for sure.