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“But I''ve bought a big bat.
I''m all ready, you see.
Now my troubles are going
To have troubles with me!”
Dr Seuss
Taking Peace...ah, such memories of childhood... Tanned...Did you ever wake up and think of someone you haven''t seen since you were very young...? Tapioca Pudding...This should have been #1 in the Logan’s series, as Tara was our first waitress that always greeted us with a smile.
Tara The Summer Breeze
Memory's path worn and trodden
Evaporating pains rise quickly
As echoed tears awash...forgotten
Roll in distant years so thickly
Like a hum i... Tears Chase Sorrow
Tears of Frost
Coldness covers my heart
Like a blanket of snow
Winter winds tear apart
Leaving it frozen and hollow
Tears held suspended by frost
... Tears of FrostFew...maybe one or two truly know...but butterflies and dreams are real. Temporal WindsIT''S MY BIRTHDAY! IT''S MY BIRTHDAY! I''M 66...AND ALREADY, I AM CLAIMING 67.
I just got in...I''ve been out all day and the first thoughts that cam... Thank You...For You...In My Life<EM>In sickness & in health. . . we better mean what we say on that once in a lifetime wedding day</em> that nightToday makes seven months to the day that this strange and horrible journey began. Leah was diagnosed in June with Pancreatic cancer and lay dead in my... The DEN of LoveAnother in Tales of the Bush Series.
Before the advent of bulldozers logs were hauled *snigged) out of the bush with bullock team... The LoggersHere I have tried to capture a small snapshot of bush life in Australia. Shearing is an important industry in our country The ShedIrish And Red Haired And Proud She Is To Be
Art "Lady Lillith"
By Dante Gabriel Rosetti The Art Of Being RedThis one is for all of you who like me, grew up and went through life from pre puberty to adulthood listening to a band that changed the world. Hope ... The Beatle's VoiceThe Fight for ''Freedom'' is not always on the front lines. War...while much is written about the devastation of it...how about the ''Gold'' it brings... THE BUS RIDE (Memorial Day Tribute)continued from part 9.....” With that said she stood up and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I almost crumpled under the tenderness of her lips upon ... The Bus Stop Part 10Continued from part 10..... I remember with clarity as we passed the old black lady how she held that single rose to her chest and was humming an old ... The Bus Stop Part 11Continued from part 11…. I then smiled at Leah and told her that in no way was I hurt…a little confused maybe, but not hurt. She then took my hand in ... The Bus Stop Part 12The Bus Stop Series continues...
At that point I felt that this was the most pleasurable two hours I had ever spent at the zoo and I didn’t want it t... The Bus Stop Part 13•Authors Note*
Though there are many of you who know how this story will ultimately end. There are few if any that remain who know the details of thi... The Bus Stop Part 14Be still my heart he thought…what in the world am I going to say?....Err, uh, he fumbled and then blurted out…I just love that little sailors outfit y... The Bus Stop Part 2She looked up at me with eyes bluer than an October sky and simply said…”Pretty…Pretty”
I was hooked…and I was hooked badly.
The Bus Stop Part 3Leah then smiled at me from her silence and told me that what I just said was the sweetest thing that she had ever heard and that she was glad that I ... The Bus Stop Part 4“See, I told you that she was too good for you…see you can’t ever trust the pretty ones….she was just leading you on from the start…after all look at ... The Bus Stop Part 5While I waited for my order to arrive, my thoughts drifted back once more to the events of this morning. I thought on the shear joy that my heart had ... The Bus Stop Part 6”Allen…Allen, I’m over here, please come sit with me, I have saved you a seat. I could not believe my eyes…it was Leah. The Bus Stop Part 7It was now I who now had tears in my eyes. God, I never thought my heart could feel this way. I then slowly pulled my hand and her hand from her breas... The Bus Stop Part 8When I opened the door to the drugstore, the smell of malt filled the air as we made our way over to the soda fountain and sat down on the swivel bars... The Bus Stop Part 9Sweetness falls from unseen places, unknown to others but grace to others. The ButterflyGreetings to all from what was once warm and balmy Florida…When I arrived on my birthday Friday the 27th of February the temps was in the low 80s…Satu... The Butterfly Has LandedThe crows were cawing
this morning,
the crisp morning air
was still,
the morning sky,
a rich, autumn blue,
slight wash of clouds,
shimmers of pastel ... The Cawing of CrowsThe blue shadows flit through tangles of darkened forest, silent shapes felt more than actually seen, as two great armies of the spirit draw near to r... The Celtic KnotYou All here in the Den are the greatest...you all have shown love...but there are so many that hurt...even at tables for two... The ConfessorPROVERBS 11:12
He that is void of wisdom despiseth his neighbor:But a man of understanding holdeth his peace. Photograph taken October 8th 2001 by Th... The Crossroads
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