A Time to Give Thanks It comes to this day that, every year, we gather to celebrate the bounty in our lives. For some that bounty is in a wealth of money, for some it is posessions, and other tangible things. ********************* For others, the wealth of their lives is counted in the love of… Read More A Day for Giving Thanks
********** The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. (Robert Frost) Frost is one of my favorite poets and many times I try to emulate his style *********** The above picture is the… Read More
************************************ The day dawned with steely grey clouds and a misty drizzle. All was quiet in ghe woods. Trees were bare of their autumn splendor, standing like skeletal sentinels, guarding a dreary, barren landscape. Rabbits and squirrels, and other small animals had retreated to their nests or burrows for shelter. The brisk, damp air now… Read More ~ A Foretelling ~
Under the soft subtle hue Of a silvery full moon, With spruce and pine a pillow, A cushion of leaves for sheets And a blanket made of stars. There I will find sweet rest And peace Good Night Everybody !
Five Englishmen in an Audi Quattro arrived at an Irish border checkpoint. Paddy, the officer, stops them and tells them: “It is illegal to put five people in a Quattro. Quattro means four.” “Quattro is just the name of the automobile,” the Englishman retorted disbelievingly. “Look at the papers: this car is designed to carry… Read More ~ A Touch o’ Humor ~
********************** ******* The Autumn leaves drift by my window (yes, they’re getting that deep out there) I hear the chilly autumn wind blow And feel the dampness in the air So sad to see summer’s warmth go Carefree days beneath the sun Autumns leaves, falling, falling, falling Lay like a blanket on the ground In the… Read More ~ The Harbinger ~
************* There is a place called yesterday I passed it down the road A place the heart can stop and play And loose it’s heavy load ***** Memories live in this old place And most find respite there A friend, a sweet familiar face Give sweetness to the air. ***** Best not linger there too long What’s… Read More A Place Called Yesterday
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