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Billie, your Opening Graphic is Beautiful, and I've Always Loved that Tree Poem!
Thank you to Everyone for the Pings. Goodnight, and our Lord Grant us All a Peaceful and Restful Night.
Looking Back
Oh soft the call of the songbird
in gentle cry so sweetly heard
Amid the dew draped ivy on the arbor
where we first learned of shared ardor
So long it has passed, and yet I recall
our fierce rising and the ebbing fall
back to reality, and life’s steady pace
there beyond the heart’s unbound race
In silvered years, I remember it so clear
your soft eyes and the fire so very dear
In which two, were forged as one so pure
the shuddering truth each would endure
Echoes faint and yet bittersweet still
as hearts were worn, and all life to fill
We walked our own road in life’s glen
heard the whispering wind off the fen
The journey lingers on, so unsure it seems
as the road rises, lit by silvered moon beams
I oft wondered if it were real, or dream again
And I am but still lost, amid life’s eternal din
I wholeheartedly agree with your words, Kitty! There is no comparison between these two couples. President Bush and lovely Laura were so loving, so graceful and tried to put themselves on ‘our level’. I miss them so very much and sometimes can’t understand how the O’s got into the White House.
I loved the way you described your land and the little boxcar, and the little pear trees that everyone forgot! You be very careful on that mower (running over tree stumps) LOL!If you break the mower it can be fixed....just don’t break Kitty!!
