Posted on 08/26/2006 9:01:39 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
ROFLOL!!
Mernin' Tomkow!
Thanks Kathy for Rubber Duckies! So cute!
Good morning!
Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote, "A moment's
insight is sometimes worth a life experience."
Been having more kidneys stones.
Feeling better now.
OOOOOOOOOOh....you have my empathies...rather have gall stones any day....Drink lots of water, feel better!
Me, too! Thanks!
Drinking lots of water is great advice. Thank you.
End of the Quest
Briar, briar, twisted tight,
remember well this lovely night,
where spell was wrought to come undone
will be completed by morning sun.
Look where she lies, asleep alone,
While father slumbers on his throne,
and scullery maids sleep on their brooms
and spiders dream while at their looms,
You cannot stop the prince this night,
Your thorns that guard fail in his sight,
When his lips touch hers, the last veil torn,
Your thorns will vanish come the morn.
The spindle's spell will come to rest,
and your leaves adorn her wedding dress.
Alpaca lunch: A rainy-day gnash and nosh in Salt Point, N.Y.
Wow, for a minute there I though there was a mirror on my monitor!
You two are so cute! LOL!
Yep, its hereditary (or is that dietary??????)
Again
Can you hear it, just there, lass
that oh so soft whisper on the wind
telling of other times and other lives
that walked the glen before us
They to did work and play, rant and cuss
and tip toe gentle past some farmers hives
and in the deep grasses pause, and sinned
beside a stream, in times so swift to pass
Words they whispered soft and dear
and pledges made before the coming of a King
and now their spent as their time is too
were they like us or we like them I think
Memories into history do fade and sink
lost in fogs of yesteryear as all things do
but sometimes passed on like a wedding ring
they bind us to those now far from fear
In the glen we walk and share the silence there
hand in hand we stroll amid the verdant greens of home
part of them lives in us and so we softly share
across the span of time we touch a common moment
When passions rage and finally fall away so spent
we, like them, take time to reflect and softly care
here in the glen we find the reasons not to roam
the hearts do entwine at the touch of a masters care
Oh my, this is beautiful. Like a step into anothers dream.
These words of mine do not express the feelings your poem have evoked in me. I can't find the words right now.
I can't decide if I like the color of hair. LOL The teeth are awesome.
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