@Tryagain,
Lingering scents carry memory
Inspiring deepest dreams
Vividly refining pleasure
Experiencing joy
Limericks rolling minds
Accentuating peace
Undulating expressions
Giving temper to our beast
Hovering delights
Lifting fragile hearts
Obfuscating imperfections
Vehemently forging futures
Escalating life
<written by a 16 year old>
*A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear -
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle — will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
'I could tell you my adventures — beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly:
'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.'
'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.
'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time.'
Thankful I have balance from my lobster as we dance.
Thanku ((((((((Crew)))))))))
I feel like I am living a dream, I can't explain it. I just know that I hugged my eldest son and last night received a txt with the words "love you".
My youngest son (yes, I
do have two children) is finding the news very hard to comprehend - until he sees it for himself he cannot believe it and he's not sure how to respond - many tears. It's been a long time.
Today, it is the most beautiful Spring day - unbelievably gorgeous after a weekend of near zero degrees. Our garden is opened up, so much light, 5 trees down now and some more tomorrow. It's a whole new world not being so hidden... I'm thinking this is a good thang.
The car has not been collected for repair as yet - it's going to have to be on the insurance as I'm informed it will be hefty sum. My £250 excess will have to be found from some coffers. At this point, I'm thinking the price is irrelevant compared to the price the deer paid... and what possibly happened because of this accident.
I'm on a little shaky ground but I've got a firm footing - onwards and upwards is all I know how to do, so...
I SAW RYAN, I HUGGED RYAN, I PUT MY ARMS AROUND HIM AND HE WAS REAL. IT DID HAPPEN.
Time to build, doors open, home is where the heart is, life is a blessing.
((Spike)) - thank you - yes, it surely must have taken great courage to do what he did the way that he did it. My friend, Pam, told me last August that it would happen... what an amazing turn of events.
I still can't cry or jump up and down, but I've said it out loud a
few times now and... slowly does it. x
MaMaVerby - can you believe Ryan is 20 now and Sean is to turn 16 in a couple months - it doesn't seem possible that my kids have grown up. It would be so good to catchup and I'd love to see you and H-boy. Email me whenever is good for you sweetheart. x
IzY - bless that little girl and her dawg... incredible story. Thank you for posting it. x
BlueBaby - pecks yer cheek, warm and fuzzy ((smooches))xox x
Going out to the garden and sit by our babbling brook... gosh, it's a stunning day today and warm - 10 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.
Will be phoning for news of our Bosun tonight and will be bavk later to let y'all know how he's doing.
Near and far, be safe and well, love...
x
<verra excited about this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p015fpqq Spring is here, which means... MACRO bugs and compound eyes.> <geek>
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
*Charles Lutwidge Dodgson aka Lewis Carroll