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The Poets of The Lair | July 1, 2008 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragonfly 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

[Lady Jag]

See #1340 above.

[jaycee]

I’m gonna take my blankie with me...everywhere I go! I skeered!

Yes, I can spell~~LOL~~

[jaycee]

Very beautiful!

[jaycee]

How in the world do you do that! Its so funny!

[jaycee]

You Are a Fist

Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Life fast. Die young."
Your greatest wish is to have a life of passion and excitement.

And while you don't want to die young, you rather take risks than stay home and be afraid.
You are inspired and inspiring. You live each day like it's your last.

What Hand Gesture Are You?

Part of the answer is me and part is definitely not. Do ya'll find it like that too? They are fun anyway!

[Soaring Feather]

Great lady, Margaret Thatcher.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, TT!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, Allegra!

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Fellow Lardites!!!

[tomkow6]

 

FIRST PLACE CUBS 10

Dbacks 6 

 

NEXT GAME: 

TONIGHT!

July 24  @ 7:05 PM CST
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FIRST PLACE CUBS 10

Dbacks 6 

 

NEXT GAME: 

TONIGHT!

July 24  @ 7:05 PM CST
 Radio: WGN 720

  VS   
 

[Allegra]

Morning, tomkow!

It is really HOT here! :)

[MEG33]

Yea CUBS!

[tomkow6]

Send that hot weather MY way! It was 59 at 5:30 this AM!

[Allegra]

Send that hot weather MY way! It was 59 at 5:30 this AM!

There are a lot of people here who would pay big bucks to have that weather for just one hour right now...

That is COLD for July, though!

[MEG33]

Good Morning To The Lair

I remember well that summer place,
The sun, the sea, the surf soaked sand,
The light that lit your lovely face,
As we splashed bare foot, hand in hand.

And in the evening on the pier,
Our bodies sore from too much sun,
Tenderly I held you near,
We danced to Cyril Stapleton.

And later in that gox on wheels,
Laughingly called a caravan,
Where we cooked our meager meals,
And loved as only lovers can.

And now so many years have passed,
I`ve grown old, (I hope with grace) .
Countless memories I`ve amassed,
But I remember well that summer place.

archie langford

[tomkow6]

Morning, Meg!

Feeling better today?

[MEG33]

Much better, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!


Durin
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head


The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall.
Of mighty kings of Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away;
The world was fair in Durin's Day.


A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.


There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote,
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built,
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.


Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang.


The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls,
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

- J.R.R.Tolkien Poems

[Soaring Feather]

Stunning, both picture and poem. Thanks Meg.

A glorious day today, temps 73F -humidity 59%.