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!

[Pippin]

Hi AMY!

See, BOB, I came! :o)

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Good morning...

[DollyCali]

[DollyCali]

Okay, PrissyMissy, where is your poem???

[DollyCali]

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

LOVE THE KITTY HAIKU!

[JustAmy]

"I'm sure he has many more poems in him."

He must be good for one or two. :)

[JustAmy]

"So, how many do you have now, three dogs and a kitten?"

We had four dogs but I was forced to take Junior and Charley to the SPCA. I know .... I hate thinking about it even a month later. :(

In exchange for Junior and Charley, we brought Simone home for Marissa. She is thrilled with the the kitty but she was upset that we no longer had Junior and Charley.

I need to get pictures of Simone; haven't taken any yet.

We now have Millie, Max, Simone and Dorothy. Dorothy??? She is a goldfish. We have had her for about six months. I need to clean her aquarium sometime today or tomorrow.

Don't ask me why I have such a menagerie; I guess that I'm an old softie.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Gail!

Happy Wednesday.
I hope you haven't been visited by either Katrina or Rita.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Mayor.

"Before you follow a leader,
Check his beliefs, and pray;
Be sure he's following Jesus,
And that he knows the way."
—Hess-

Thank your for bringing us the Message every morning.

Hope you are having a Wonderful Wednesday.

[JustAmy]

"Those West Coast folks sure keep some odd hours, don't they?"

:)

Since closing the Place, I no longer wake up at 4:00am to post a thread.

It's great to know that you East Coasters don't need as much rest as us on the left coast. :)

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

In case you can't see the picture...

http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/1114/1024/Dit%20yawn.jpg

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Silverleaf.
I am so happy that you came by today.
I've missed Amy's Place and the friends that I made there.

I hope you are having a Wonderful Wednesday.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Dutchess.
Great to see you this morning.

I've put Simone in the garage for awhile.
Her bed, food and water are there.

This morning, she almost knocked me on my rear-end.
She attacked my feet as I walked by.
I was forced to do the Texas 5-step to keep from stepping on her.
She is a playful one and Missy adores her. :)

[DollyCali]

Tweety's two "big kids" are here from Arizona for a week. Here is a pix of them with their Dad

Hi Madi! !!!
Hi Sam !!!

[JustAmy]

One of the nicest beds I know
Isn't a bed of soft white snow.
Isn't a bed of cool green grass
After the noisy mowers pass.
Isn't a bed of yellow hay
Making me itch for half a day
But autumn leaves in a pile that high,
Deep and smelling like fall and dry.
That's the bed where I like to lie
And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

-Aileen Fisher-

[DollyCali]

Good Hurricane Katrina Aftermath Pix HERE

[PrissyMissy]

The Turtle

The turtle can't go out to play,
Or sell his house or rent it;
For when he moves,
His house moves too
And nothing can prevent it.

When have a turtle at my school.
His name is speedy.
We let him go outside and walk in the lawn sometime.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for borrowing the poem to share with us, Dolly.

Wonderful talent, HiramKnight. Thank you for allowing Dolly steal borrow it.

[Mama_Bear]

Is this it??? (Took me FOREVER to find the thread it was on - so don't tell me this isn't it, LOL).....

BAD PENNY'S CASTLE

I don't care if it's "Paper Dress Day".
This castle is mine. Now go away!
I claimed it when Mom brought the groceries in.
To make it my own is not a sin.
Its wide open mouth beckoned as it fell on the floor.
Big smooth and brown and makes the nicest sound
When I drag my claws along the floor and all around.
Watching the world go by through its wide rigid door.
As I curl up in the back with a contented grin.
If you get too close. I might scratch your shin.

Jack Deth~ 03/18/05

I am one of your biggest poetry fans, Mr. Deth!

Hi, dutchess! Yes, it's really nice to see Amy's Place again. You all have a great day! HUGS!