To: bentfeather
I was just getting ready to go to bed,
When I saw a new thread ...
Earlier today, a news special showed Robert Frost at the Kennedy inaugural, having a bit of difficulty reading a poem he had written for the occasion.
Later, Jackie turned over the handwritten poem to John to put in his office. That manuscript found its way into the National Archives today.
I celebrated by finding one of my handwritten poems, and reading it to my wife.
"Isn't that on some of my stationary?" She said.
"Why, yes it is. That is the way of it. When I want to write a poem, I use whatever is available."
This is the poem that I read to her.
Look At Me! Im Flying!
Look at me! Im flying! was what my young one said,
And sure enough, I saw the clouds of Glory round his head.
His vision unimpeded, I watched him swoop and soar,
His landing gear did Touch-and-Goes across the kitchen floor.
I picked him up, and swung him round. He held his arms out straight,
An aeronautic acrobat, in sight of Heavens Gate.
Ive flown, myself, and I had pride, that Man had conquered flight,
While He who rules the Heavens smiled in humor at the sight,
And held His hand to guide us, as we reached out in trying,
He lifted us, as we did Him, for Look at me! Im flying!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . November 9, 2005
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04/24/2006 9:24:48 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(I don't want a World with empty dreams ... Dump the 1967 Outer Space Treaty Now!...Farm Mars!)
To: NicknamedBob
Beautiful! Thanks so much Bob.
I remember when Frost did the reading for Kennedy. ;)
We have similar habits when it comes to writing, anything I can lay my hands on. We have to ready when the muse visits.
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