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A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....09-28-05...Poetry and Potpourri at the Finest
9-28-05
| JustAmy
Posted on 09/27/2005 9:03:32 PM PDT by JustAmy
A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day
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A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day was introduced on June 24, 2002. It's only a small room in JimRob's house where we can get to know one another a little better; salute and support our military and our leaders; pray for those in need; and congratulate those deserving. We strive to keep our threads entertaining, fun, and pleasing to look at, and often have guest writers contribute an essay, or a profile of another FReeper.
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~ Billie, Dutchess, DollyCali, Mama_Bear ~
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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 were in.
Light pink, and brighter orange, And yellow brighter still. I sit and look at glorys 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 were 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 doesnt 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 theres beauty, Reflecting from some source, Just think how glorious it will be, When Hes 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 couldnt 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, Youd 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 its 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. : )
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To: JustAmy; NicknamedBob
Hi AMY!
See, BOB, I came! :o)
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posted on
09/28/2005 6:47:27 AM PDT
by
Pippin
To: JustAmy; tuliptree76; Billie
Good morning...
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posted on
09/28/2005 7:06:25 AM PDT
by
PreviouslyA-Lurker
(...where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. 2 Corinthians 3:16-18)
To: PrissyMissy
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posted on
09/28/2005 7:18:35 AM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your s God is!)
To: DollyCali
Okay, PrissyMissy, where is your poem???
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posted on
09/28/2005 7:20:07 AM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your s God is!)
To: JustAmy
45
posted on
09/28/2005 7:26:17 AM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your s God is!)
To: Jack Deth
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:26:54 AM PDT
by
PreviouslyA-Lurker
(...where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. 2 Corinthians 3:16-18)
To: Mama_Bear; NicknamedBob
"I'm sure he has many more poems in him."
He must be good for one or two. :)
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:27:40 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: Mama_Bear
"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.
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:35:27 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: GailA
![](http://images3.fotki.com/v36/photos/1/107747/420032/AMYbee-vi.jpg)
Good morning, Gail!
Happy Wednesday.
I hope you haven't been visited by either Katrina or Rita.
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:40:37 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: The Mayor
![](http://images5.fotki.com/v62/photos/1/107747/420032/thankyou50-vi.jpg)
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.
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:53:07 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: NicknamedBob
"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. :)
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:57:05 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: PreviouslyA-Lurker
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posted on
09/28/2005 8:58:07 AM PDT
by
PreviouslyA-Lurker
(...where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. 2 Corinthians 3:16-18)
To: silverleaf
![](http://images4.fotki.com/v45/photos/1/107747/420032/friends26-vi.jpg)
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.
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posted on
09/28/2005 9:02:13 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: dutchess
![](http://images5.fotki.com/v62/photos/1/107747/420032/friends32-vi.jpg)
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. :)
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posted on
09/28/2005 9:12:15 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: JustAmy; scubachick; TweetyinOhio
Tweety's two "big kids" are here from Arizona for a week. Here is a pix of them with their Dad
![](http://domania.us/DollyCali/rRonMadiSame.jpg)
Hi Madi! !!!
Hi Sam !!!
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posted on
09/28/2005 9:37:52 AM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your s God is!)
To: DollyCali
![](http://www.kookerkids.com/Coloring/fall/images/Americana-0134.gif)
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-
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posted on
09/28/2005 9:41:11 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: JustAmy; All
Good Hurricane Katrina Aftermath Pix
HERE
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posted on
09/28/2005 9:52:43 AM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your s God is!)
To: DollyCali
![](http://images15.fotki.com/v11/photos/1/107747/420032/turtle1-vi.gif)
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.
To: DollyCali; hiramknight
Thank you for borrowing the poem to share with us, Dolly.
Wonderful talent, HiramKnight. Thank you for allowing Dolly steal borrow it.
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posted on
09/28/2005 10:20:48 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(Our troops need your prayers, now more than ever!)
To: JustAmy; Jack Deth; dutchess
Is this it??? (Took me FOREVER to find the thread it was on - so don't tell me this isn't it, LOL).....
![](http://www.studio227.com/Lori/pennyinthebag.jpg)
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!
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posted on
09/28/2005 10:32:02 AM PDT
by
Mama_Bear
(If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.)
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