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Flowers From The Garden

There is a window in your heart, that opens on a garden,
A place you can retreat to when you need to ask for pardon,
For having been abusive, to the child that lives in you,
By simply asking way too much, for any child to do.

Don’t ask for the surrender, of childhood dreams so gay,
That they could always bring a smile, despite a rainy day.
The toys we had as children, were of the simplest sort,
A cardboard tube became a sword, a cardboard box a fort.
Children can be happy, they’ve learned the art of play,
Try not to lose that talent as you go about your day.
With all the noise and bustle that distracts you from that art,
Take time to smell the flowers from the garden in your heart.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . May 11, 2004
© 2004


1 posted on 03/01/2008 9:02:35 AM PST by JustAmy
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2 posted on 03/01/2008 9:08:00 AM PST by JustAmy (I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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But Today

I’m worried about next week,
When some debts are coming due,
And concerns about my family’s health,
Are constantly in view.

But today, the sun is shining,
And my heart is quite at peace,
For the moment, at this instance,
I’m not looking for surcease.

I have some years behind me,
And more yet still ahead,
But on the whole they pleased me,
More than filling me with dread.

For today, the birds spread wings of joy,
To embrace the world “this much”,
Just as do I, in reaching out,
To keep my heart in touch.

In the distant future, when I as memory,
Will haunt the hills and hollows,
Of a changed vicinity,
Then my touch will be as follows:

Folk will be seeing rainbows,
Or singing birds in flight,
And sometimes thoughts of mine,
Will then intrude upon their sight.

For tomorrow will be coming,
While I wend another way,
And my focus will not be with things,
That may be coming, but today.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . March 1, 2008

4 posted on 03/01/2008 9:12:35 AM PST by NicknamedBob (Tired of the hype about Hope? ... Just wait. When Obama is elected, all "hope" will be gone.)
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Happy Spring At Amy's Place


Pansies.

O give me not red roses,
That early dews have wet!
They speak to me of kisses
That are remembered yet.

O bring me not white roses,
That summer winds have drest!
For once I placed white roses
Upon a quiet breast.

But bring me purple pansies
If so you wish to please,
For them I have affection;
For pansies are "heart's ease".

Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos....1934

24 posted on 03/01/2008 1:32:08 PM PST by MEG33 (God Bless Our Military)
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Beautiful! Just beautiful!


25 posted on 03/01/2008 1:50:55 PM PST by gardengirl
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From my inbox:

Subject: Married Men

A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband is not in bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wiped a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.

‘What’s the matter, dear?’ she whispers as she steps into the room, ‘Why are you down here at this time of night?

The husband looks up from his coffee, ‘It’s the 20th Anniversary of the day we met’.

She can’t believe he has remembered and starts to tear up.

The husband continues, ‘Do you remember 20 years ago when we started dating? I was 18 and you were only 16,’ he says solemnly.

Once again, the wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and sensitive. ‘Yes, I do’ she replies.

The husband pauses. The words were not coming easily. ‘Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?’

‘Yes, I remember’ said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.

The husband continued. ‘Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, ‘Either you marry my daughter or I will send you to prison for 20 years?’

‘I remember that, too’ she replied softly.

He wiped another tear from his cheek and said ‘I would have gotten out today.’


411 posted on 03/07/2008 9:39:19 AM PST by Jim Robinson (Our God-given unalienable rights are not open to debate, negotiation or compromise!)
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Sorry I haven't been able to be around much. I've had my grandson with me this week, been trying to keep him busy.

My camera is about to die on me, yesterday I tried to photograph my lilacs and got nothing but flickering green and pink squiggly lines on the image screen. Today, I turned on the camera and it seems to be working fine. This is the photo I was trying to take yesterday. I see that it is "flower day" today, so here is my contribution. :-)

Also tried to get a shot of one of the jays that I've been hand feeding peanuts since he was a fledgling. He is very tame, but the camera scares him, so.....no photos of the jay today. He is acting kind of weird anyway because he and the Mrs. are nest building somewhere nearby. He is not inclined to pose for photos. LOL

I may not be able to get back in here for awhile, so I am going to take this opportunity to wish everyone a blessed Easter and a beautiful springtime.

1,068 posted on 03/21/2008 12:37:33 PM PDT by Mama_Bear (My heroes wear camouflage!)
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