The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XLIV

November 03, 2007 | Soaring Feather/Poets of The Lair

[Soaring Feather]

Kathy, here's your trumpets. HUGS!!! Enjoy!!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Sweet Dreams And Happy Memories

Aw, sweet poem, love the graphic, thank you.

How you doing today?? Weather has been great until now, looks like clouds moving in.

[Soaring Feather]

WHAT????? LOL our high is going to be 49, but as I just mentioned to the Lady, it has been a glorious day.

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

it'snot fair!

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today?

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today?========

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today help you out!!

[MEG33]

..It’s 79 and so inviting!..I cut down a volunteer nandina at the back and have also done my last sawing off of a limb of a large bush at the front..I think my sawing limbs off on that bush from a step ladder is what started my back seige..

I had to get it away from the house and gutters and low enough that I could use a step stool instead of a ladder to trim it. It has thick glossy leaves and I made an arrangement to put on the hearth..and one small one for the kitchen.. I had left one limb too tall..but did not dare touch a saw for awhile!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Work in progress.

This is a sad piece, a piece in a long story I’m writing, a song sung by a woman who falls in love with someone she knows her family will be angry about, but she has chosen to be with him anyway (it’s kind of based on a traditional Japanese story highly modified for my purposes)

O Moon, shining white,
moving through the night alone,
fading out the stars
until all we see are you.

You see me, O Moon,
Standing in the shadows cast
Only by your light,
waiting alone, wrapped in white.

Trapped like you I run
Down the path that fate has picked,
My heart in his hands,
He knows not what he has caught.

My brothers must hate
what destiny has wrought here,
Human heart holds mine,
My joy is marred with sadness.

O Moon, lend me light,
to purify my sadness,
to bring my heart joy
so that I might be his bride.

Her song will be overheard by her youngest brother who will tell his other brothers, and when he does, bad things will happen.

I’m probably going to tweak it some more.

[Lady Jag]

Bridge, The

I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church-tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The seaweed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears. How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on that wave and sky! How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me. Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then. I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And the old subdued and slow! And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear, As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[potlatch]

How often, oh, how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its bosom
O’er the ocean wild and wide!

A touching poem Lady Jag, thank you for pinging me.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good Sunday to The Dragonflies' Lair.

Blessed Assurance

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thank you for my trumpets.....very cool!

[Soaring Feather]

My goodness, you have been tackling some large projects, trimming limbs from a step ladder. You are probably right about what caused your back siege.

The arrangements sound lovely, bet they smell good too. ;0)

Weather is still holding here, no rain, clouds come and go so I guess we are dry for now.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Amazing Grace ~ Cherokee

Elvis ~ In The Garden

Jim Ed Brown ~ Chapel Bells Are Ringing

John Berry ~ Old Rugged Cross

Kitty Wells ~ Dust On the Bible

Red Sovine ~ Deck of Cards

The Statler Brothers ~ Church in the Wildwood

Tennessee Ernie Ford ~ Faith of Our Fathers

The Gaithers ~ What A Friend We Have in Jesus

Elvis ~ Precious Lord

Ray Cornelius ~ One Set of Footprints

How Great Thou Art ~ Choctaw

Amazing Grace ~ Cherokee

Elvis ~ In The Garden

Jim Ed Brown ~ Chapel Bells Are Ringing

John Berry ~ Old Rugged Cross

Kitty Wells ~ Dust On the Bible

Red Sovine ~ Deck of Cards

The Statler Brothers ~ Church in the Wildwood

Tennessee Ernie Ford ~ Faith of Our Fathers

The Gaithers ~ What A Friend We Have in Jesus

Elvis ~ Precious Lord

Ray Cornelius ~ One Set of Footprints

How Great Thou Art ~ Choctaw

[Soaring Feather]

You’re welcome, it’s been a while. :0) I love them as well.

Thanks for the Sunday hymns. You got snow??

[Soaring Feather]

Sad and beautiful. Thank You. I posted the Anthology Link so you could see your page. ;0)

[Soaring Feather]

Bridge, The
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I love this poem, it sings so well. Gorgeous picture.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

And I looked, too! ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Great!! Thanks.