FReeper Canteen ~ Patriots on Wednesday ~ 28 January 2004

Canteen FRiends ~ Radix

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks.

[Kathy in Alaska]

I thought the glass bottom boats were cool too! And I got to dive there a couple times. Of course, this was a LOT of years ago.

[Diva Betsy Ross]

The glass bottom boats were so fun! I have a toy boat with a clear bottom for the kids and every time we play with it I think of Catalina. What a cute island!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, Linda. How's your weather? Still chilly here.

[68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub]

Stand By!
New Thread coming up!

[Kathy in Alaska]

[Soaring Feather]

The Canteen

As a light house beacon warns
a ship away from dangerous shores...
We in the FReeper CANTEEN
offer a safe haven for our troops and their families.
May God Bless our ship FReeper CANTEEN.

bentfeather
9/05/03
Revised 01/05/04

[Kathy in Alaska]

I'm standing!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good midnight to you, ms feather. How's recovery doing? All better? Thanks for "The Canteen"

"...a safe haven for our troops and their families."

[tomkow6]

Good nite, Ms Feather. Sweet dreams.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Kathy,

Didn't bet much sleep last night even though I was up very late. Dropped off to sleep and was rudely awakened by coughing spells from there on out.

This thing does not want to leave me.
I don't feel sick, just have this hacking cough.

[Soaring Feather]

Good nite Tom. Sleep well and thank you for your service to our nation.

[Trikebuilder]

Winter’s Rage

Its cold, that cold that cuts through clothes like a scalpel to the bone,
leaving that familiar burning of its icy touch, right into your soul.
It slips easy into gloves, drawing what heat was in that delicate zone,
making hands ache with its passing caress, taking its steady toll.

The air is painful to inhale, stealing more breath then it seems to give,
leaving one only too aware of Winter, and its dangerous moods to rue.
The wind swirls nigh, driving its ice splinters in, your clothes seem but a sieve,
and you know a small, silent fear, cold can master you, rule you, kill you.

Dry granular snow stings your skin, like icy gravel on the cruel wind,
forcing tears to flow, and freeze on cheeks numb and burning at the same time.
You challenge not this arctic beast that shatters stones and pray it rescinds,
bowing in humble surrender to its unfeeling and terrible power so prime.

Indoors is survival, and a measure of peace before the storm’s rage,
sheltering from Winter’s assault, it’s icy breath and mortal blow.
Take the time to reflect upon the fact that we are motes upon God’s page,
hiding from the power he uses with such ease, and to fools such woe.



-19 degrees (-35 to -45 windchill)

[68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub]

NEW THREAD

[Fawnn]

Shame on you! LOL!!! ;)

[Fawnn]

Kathy in Alaska!!! #350!!!

[Fawnn]

Nice!!! Thanks for sharing it!!!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Please thank Frank for me for his service to America.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Winter's Rage

Wow, Trike, I can really feel the wind blowing thru the words. Man, Trike, it is VERY COLD in your neck of the woods. Please stay safe and warm. ((HUGS))

[Kathy in Alaska]

To our Military -

Thank you for protecting US. Sleep well and safe. May you be protected.
May your families' hearts be at ease.

Thank you to our Allies.