[La Enchiladita]

Beautiful post. Thank you.

[NicknamedBob]

Quiet, Too Quiet

There is a quiet time of evening that can lull you to your rest,
And quiet in a busy house is rare, one can attest.
The quiet of a street when traffic has been tucked into its bed,
And the quiet of a child asleep, his halo overhead.

The quiet of a library seems purposeful and tense,
The hush of darkened alleys that are filled with grave suspense.
A dismaying lack of sound occurs when batteries have died,
And only mournful clicks result when keys are once more tried.

The quiet of a hushing when you are the one discussed,
And the quiet sotto voce of a mutter of disgust.
Sometimes quiet comes to hearts that hurt a lot,
And quiet’s often given when you give it all you’ve got.

I sit here in my room and have a quiet contemplation,
To wish our critics would be still about our nation.
“Be Quiet!” I heard as a child. I’d like to shout it out,
While the stealthy ones among us do the job that they’re about.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . December 3, 2006

[oneamericanvoice]

Your welcome!

Beautiful ribbon! Does that come as a magnet? I have magnets all over the rear of the trunk and on each of the doors. Always looking for another one!

If you are in the Los Angeles area, you are invited to stand with us?