A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....09-28-05...Poetry and Potpourri at the Finest

9-28-05 | JustAmy

[JustAmy]

A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day

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Graphic by Billie

Reflections

God sets a mirror down for us,
To bounce back sunny days,
He does it when the rain has passed,
To help us see the rays.

The reflection that we see in it,
Is not of hair and skin.
What we see is an image of,
The gloried state we’re in.

Light pink, and brighter orange,
And yellow brighter still.
I sit and look at glory’s frame,
Upon my favorite hill.

The others call it rainbow,
But I know what it is,
A magic mirror in the sky,
That lets us know we’re His.

The body that we occupy down here,
Is nothing like its start,
For one, the most attractive thing,
Has always been the heart.

God looks into our heart and then,
Just for His own amusement.
He gives a glimpse of what He sees,
And laughs at our confusement.

“That doesn’t look at all like me!”
I hear your protests start,
But when you look at other folks,
How can you see their heart?

If you admit there’s beauty,
Reflecting from some source,
Just think how glorious it will be,
When He’s revealed full force.

And you and I are with Him,
And joining in the glow.
Next time you see a rainbow,
I thought you ought to know.

NicknamedBob April 5, 2004
© 2004






Graphic by MamaBear

The Corner

That cupboard in the corner was where brother put his gun,
Right up top to keep it safe while he was having fun.
He made a good policeman. I always knew he could.
His stony face when he played war could scare me pretty good!

Yes, we played cops and robbers, and games like kick the can.
I know those games were helpful as I learned to be a man.
When brother came to visit, his gun went way up top,
He couldn’t win an argument just ‘cause he was a cop!

We liked to play our card games, with Dad and all the boys.
And all of us knew guns were something different from toys.
My brother used his in his work, just like the badge he had.
Although he never really used it, and for that, he was glad.

The rest of us all knew what guns were really for,
The government even gave me one when I went off to war,
Although I never used it, just like my brother cop,
The very fact that I was there, just caused that war to stop.

I have a picture of the guys, with cards all strewn about,
You’d get the notion all the rules had somehow been tossed out!
With cards in hatbands, cards in sleeves, and chips piled way up high,
But all of that was just to show for that nosy camera eye!

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . June 8, 2005





Graphic by MamaBear

THE OLD HOUSE REMEMBERS

The old ranch house is alone with its past,
The windows are closed and the doors are fast;
The windmills are hushed, a desolate pall
Of silence and heartbreak broods over all.
Only the wind in the cottonwood trees
Tells off its rosary of memories.
Once around the wells were cattle that milled
And cooled themselves in the water which spilled
From the brimming tanks and trickled away
To a wet weather stream which trees betray;
There the willows dip their long lacy plumes
Over low marsh grass where the smartweed blooms.

Now the cottonwoods murmur, the willows weep,
And all else is silent, the place asleep,
But above the stillness when soft winds blow
Are the phantom voices of long ago ...
A lone cowboy as he rides down the trail
And yodels to drown out the coyote's wail.
While the walls reecho with rhythmic beat
To the merry tunes and to dancing feet.
So the old house lives again in its past,
Lives in the joys that the years have amassed.
And the full rich life that it’s loved ones knew
Is wafted back when it comes into view.

By Laressa Cox McBurney (my great-aunt)
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938



Many thanks for stopping by. : )

09-27-05 ~ Hall of Fame #13

THIS WEEK'S THREADS 09-26-05 Military Monday 09-27-05 Hall of Fame #13

Opinions by our own 'King of Ping' Every Thursday at the Finest The guy's good, folks!

[JustAmy]

LOL ..... cute. Thank you.

[JustAmy]

So .... Looks like you've reading the adventures of Max.

[ST.LOUIE1]

Helloooooooo darlin (((((Sis!))))))

Sure is great seeing your thread.

And you're a *Babe*! (A very exclusive club. : ))

I'll be back later, doll. I know you'll be up, a night-owl like you. : )

Your grandmother's poem is beautiful. : )

[JustAmy]

*smile*

Thanks you, Snugs. That is a cute Kitty Picture. Glad that I didn't miss it.

[ST.LOUIE1]

That Bad Penny graphic still makes me LOL! I love it!

Hi, (((((Loribear)))))

: )

TTYL

[tuliptree76]

That's a cute poem!

[tuliptree76]

Mmmmm... Strawberry cream pie. That looks delicious!

I'm just here for a few minutes. I have to run to the library before I can go home. :-)

[JustAmy]

Good afternoon, Weinie. Millie and Max said to send you hugs. Hope Lonestar is having a good day.



I know you and your friends are having a great day at the Rainbow Bridge.

[Mama_Bear]

Hi, (((((Loribear)))))

Hey, sweet thing! Yes, I love Bad Penny. I had such fun making graphics for him.

I am working outside today, trimming hedges. Just came in for a break and found this ping from my wolfie. Now my day is complete....(well, it will be when I finish trimming the hedges). LOL.

SMOOOOOOOOOCH!

[JustAmy]

Good Afternoon, Mrstank.

Great to see you today.
Hope you are having a Wonderful Wednesday!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Could you see it in #42?

[JustAmy]

Good afternoon, Freezie.
Great to see you again.

Today's calendar page is perfect.
PrissyMissy takes another dance lesson later today.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Ohhhh, how cute, & how true!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Ohhhh, how cute, & how true!

[JustAmy]

I couldn't get the image or the link to open. Snugs uploaded the image to her server and reposted it.

That is such a cute picture ... I'm happy I didn't miss seeing it. Thanks, Snugs.

[JustAmy]

All of my great-aunts poems were written during the 30's and 40's. For me each of them stirs a memory.

Interesting that what was timely for her, stirs memories for us.

I have to leave for awhile later but I will try to post another of her poems this evening.

[Billie]

I like what you did with this post - the little brass hearts with each Military Branch listed on one.

[Billie]

Really like this new poem, Here in God's Garden, Bob. So pretty!

[Billie]

Hi, Meg - thanks for your last post on yesterday's thread. Glad you turned on your graphics. :)

[Billie]

Oh, Dolly, both these photos are wonderful! (#43 & 45)

Yes, I recognize the backgrounds & line divider. :)