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



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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!

[dutchess]

It's Thursday and time for another tell it like it is John's 2cents HERE

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

You spoil us.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Very pretty young woman.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

She's not mixing the drink in a trash compactor, she's mixing the drink in a garbage disposal.

[GodBlessUSA]

I'm not sure of this article. It does sound gross. Where is the post? Thanks :)

[Pippin]

Just as disgusting.

[Pippin]

oops!

I posted to the wrong poster on the wrong thread about the wrong post.

It was posted by Beachn4fun on yesterday's Canteen thread

Post #189 I think.

Sorry!

[GodBlessUSA]

I thought that was the case but then I was curious about the article. I'll have to take a peek and see what it is all about on the Canteen thread:) Thanks Pippin!

[beachn4fun]

What are you two gals talking about?

[GodBlessUSA]

Hi Beachy
You posted something about a woman who served hubby drinks after mixing them in garbage disposal? :)

[Pippin]

An ad you were talking about in post 189 on the Canteen thread from yesterday.

[beachn4fun]

Oh, that would have been on today's thread...."What's your Beef?"

[Pippin]

Oh, today's thread!

Hear that, GBUSA?

[MEG33]

I saw you reference this on the other thread...and went back and hunted..Oh, dear..

.I am so sorry this happened .It sounds like Wahoo is better off now at the Rainbow Bridge than with the owners..Some people do not deserve pets.

You gave it your best..You have a loving heart.

Take care of yourself..Hope your ear gets well soon.

[Titan Magroyne]

I'm so sorry that, in an attempt to help a creature in need, you are left with the guilt that belongs to the dog's owners. But you wisely chose to keep peace in your home, and in your heart you know there was only so much you could do.

Years ago, my parents took in a pom that evidently some woman had abused. He's had a happy 8 years with them and may soon need to take that final trip. I'm just glad that the little guy enjoyed life as a beloved pet after whatever happened to him up to the age of 6.

And I know what you mean about not making a bad match between one's pets and a rescue. For about 7 months, I kept 2 fosters whom I was suckered into rescueing. The female was dominant and so is one of my dogs, so keeping them separated was a must. Plus, even the sweet little male was food aggressive toward my puppy. In getting ready for a road trip, I was forced to enclose all 4 dogs in my van for a few hours while I was in a class at work. My youngest was in her crate, which was positioned to block the aisle in front of the bench seat in back where the 2 fosters were, along with a piece of plywood on top to hopefully keep the fosters and my dominant female apart. Well, luckily (?) the fosters distracted themselves with shreading a nice shirt I had hanging back there and ripped into some bags of potato chips, leaving my dog alone. I ended up paying a ridiculous amount of money to board those 2, as there was no way of accomodating all 4 dogs on my trip to see friends. I don't really regret the money that I spent to ensure their well-being and happiness, but I won't get suckered into doing it again, either. :o)

[DollyCali]

Thank you for sharing your story. I am not reallly a dog expert. I will be 60 in a fw weeks & got my first dog 4 years ago! (always had a lot of cats). He (Oliver) was a river rescue. I was kayaking & he was in a sewer pipe. 3 weeks ago that dog brought home a "friend"... toby(new dog) is aobut 6-9 months old. I really don't need more dogs nor am I seeking to be a rescue person.

Your story is very helpful. You can try to help & tear apart your own situation & the help might not be help afterall.

God Bless you also!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Glad you liked it.

[dixie sass]

Dolly, As you noted I'm two day late in reading the story about WaHoo. What a beautiful face he had and he was smiling too.

I'm sure he is happier where he is than with the two people that owned him. Forgive my anger at them, but they should be euthanized for their treatment of him.

You must have a lot of stars in your crown.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

It is an adverstisment on television. Something about the drastic steps people go to waiting for some sort of bonus gift which they get when they buy the advertisers product. In the ad in question a woman chops up some fresh fruit then pulverizes it in her garbage disposal, laddles it out of the sink drain and into a glass, then gives it to her husband who gladly drinks it.

[DollyCali]

Thanks Dixie.. I appreciate your thoughts.. it has been a frustrating/sad ordeal for me. I am surely not in the dog rescue business & only had my first dog 4 years ago.. lotsa cats... hugs hon