Photograph of Beus Pond taken by, Theresa F. Koch...
Lights dance to the beat of the waves
Ducks settle into the waters bedding
Distant Sun sets solemnly onto the grass
Darkness seems to envelop the land
Here at this point of the earth we touch
Walking silently across the dusky path
My heart began to know your souls color
Hands clasped together we ached for more
Eyes peered through the dusk just glimpses
Then as we walked not talking beats began
This moment will stay with us always, always
Love did not begin here it bloomed in darkness
We returned here night after night to grow close
Now we sit at night dreaming of the dusky path
Returning in our dreams hand in hand silently
Heart beating wildly together learning soul colors
lovely poem! (what is that object over the last duck to the right?)
Reviewed by Sherry Layman (Reader)
Reviewed on April 14, 2004
Now this.........takes me back, to that time so long ago it seems. Your write and photo tells it all so sweetly. Miss you so much sis, the dusty path is still there, waiting.........
So beautiful a Tribute for Bob.
"Eyes peered through the dusk just glimpses
Then as we walked not talking beats began
This moment will stay with us always, always
Love did not begin here it bloomed in darkness
We returned here night after night to grow close
Now we sit at night dreaming of the dusky path
Returning in our dreams hand in hand silently
Heart beating wildly together learning soul colors "
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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exceptional beauty in this soothing, peaceful write
the pic is GORGEOUS, too
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
I love this!!
Love Tinka
What a beautiful tribute...
Love the photo as well...
Trixie:)
"Eyes peered through the dusk just glimpses
Then as we walked not talking beats began
This moment will stay with us always, always
Love did not begin here it bloomed in darkness
We returned here night after night to grow close
Now we sit at night dreaming of the dusky path
Returning in our dreams hand in hand silently
Heart beating wildly together learning soul colors "
Peg
TRASK
You-Da-Woman!
I love the photo too T. J.