March 22, 2012
Graphic by Billie
That is a darling graphic and poem, ladies. Thank you.
Hello Amy’s Place
TCP checking in.
Sorry I am so busy with the greenhouses. Can’t check out my fav. FR stuff that much, except at night.
It is 90 in the houses today. We were promised rain and cooler temps, but it is still way above normal.
Been near 80 for over a week. Not good for the pansies, but is very very good for me not needing to heat the greenhouses at night. I am saving a lot of money not needing 4 dollar a gallon oil.
God Bless you all.....
THE BROTHER THAT HE WAS
There are no words to fill the void
and empty space upon my soul.
This heart cries out in silent noise
that echoes only memories
The hillside, in it's flowered plot
stands out above the raging sea
where quietly his ashes rest
and leaves the river alone with me
The secret of a brother's love
the only thing that will not die
until united far above
the pangs of life like shadows lie
Upon the hill, beneath a tree
he travels on and yet I stay
Somewhere above the sand and sea
he found the trail, I lost the way
The empty space I try to fill
while all the love he left with me
with all he did, with all he said
with all he was, I long to be
the brother that he was to me. A TRIBUTE to every honored poet I toast thee well immortal words of quill and tongue yet honor more without the sounding bell the unknown bard who's opus is unsung.