The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread ~ XXXXII

Poets of The Lair | September 11, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[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©
2002

[WayzataJOHNN]

Tell me about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I lettered in “beyond my control!”

[WayzataJOHNN]

I liked the picture of the fairy, and it put me in mind of this old poem of mine.

A pale sliver barked aspen tree
grows in a deep hidden wooded glen
alone it stands in gentle silence then
a true monarch there amid the common it be
A beloved elven blessed tree with magic powers
to heal the sorriest tattered souls of all
a wonder to the mind that hears its subtle call
and comes to stand beneath its leafed tower
A whisper of the wind sings of Elvendine at last
of the gentle magic of the marvelous mystic tree
and men who searched as far as their lives might be
for that which has like magic become the faded past

-From the Healer Lore of Sevin
mage of many kings

[Kathy in Alaska]

I feel like such an a$$: A donkey looks at firefighters with pleading eyes after getting trapped in a well near Underwood, Minnesota. Rescuers dismantled the well to free the beast, which lost a bit of fur and some of its precious dignity.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh poor donkey!

[Kathy in Alaska]

He looks so sad. LOL!!

[Soaring Feather]

And it was not even a Friday the 13th!

[MEG33]

Ballerina Rose

Happy Weekend To The Lair

Enjoying the poetry and your post ,Kathy.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?


Kahlil Gibran

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful frame Meg, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those
who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for
those who rejoice, but for those who love,
time is eternity.
—Henry Van Dyke [From Kim]

[Lady Jag]

Home, Sweet Home

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gayly, that come at my call -- Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all! Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam, But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there; No more from that cottage again will I roam; Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. Home, home, sweet, sweet, home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! John Howard Payne

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely poetry, reminds me of my childhood home, love the graphic.

[Lady Jag]

It’s a gray rainy day and a cozy home poem is what came to mind first. It reminds me of my childhood home, too.

[Soaring Feather]

It has been both dreary, gray and cloudy, sprinkled with a bright sun, temps not great.

Last night it was raining all night long.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Lairites!
Chef Tude is very busy with his work.

I decided we need to have a menu as we are spoiled now.
These treats from my kitchen and not as elaborate as Chef Tudes.

Fried Potatoes and Sausage
Day old Couscous
Eggs any style
bacon, sausage
Columbian coffee.
For those who enjoy a simple menu,
Bologna Sandwich
Peanutbutter and Jelly
English Muffins.
Milk, Cream and Sugar for coffee.

Bon Appetit!
Chef Tude



Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


Sunrise on the Hills
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was darkened by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.


I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach,
The woods were bending with a silent reach.
Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.


If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

[tomkow6]

Morning, Ms Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Are you ready??

[Soaring Feather]

MINE!

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