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NAP2614
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I am profoundly saddened to say there was a sudden devastating loss in my family and I will need time to deal with my grief. I hope you will continue on with this thread in my absence. ![]() Beverly, Very sorry for your loss. ![]() |
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NAP2614
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A Farm-Picture
----------------------------------------THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. Walt Whitman ![]() |
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David Autumns
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A Glorious Harmony
----------------------------------------Brilliant Brass Shining Vibrations in time Major, and Minor Chords bind us ![]() Reeds caught in the tug of ebb and flow Beating Percussive Waves Deep Blue Resonant Notes Ripple ever outwards ![]() [Edit 1 times, last edit by David Autumns at May 15, 2014 6:36:54 AM] |
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NAP2614
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Nature's Harmony
----------------------------------------Two sounds that mix, Two colors that blend, Two voices that sound like one. Harmony exists in the world around us. In the sky, there are clouds, The white melts into the blue. In the trees, there are birds, Their tunes flow into song. In the fields, the crickets chirp, Their chorus becomes the night's lullaby. Through harmony, Nature becomes one within itself, A collage of beauty, both seen and heard. ![]() |
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bjbdbest
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Miss Me But Let Me Go
----------------------------------------When I come to the end of the road - And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little - but not too long. And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me - but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take. And each must go alone. It's all part of the Master's plan. A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know; And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me - but let me go |
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NAP2614
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Miss Me But Let Me Go
----------------------------------------When I come to the end of the road - And the sun has set for me. This is one of several Edgar Albert Guest poems, that I like so well. Neil ![]() |
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David Autumns
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![]() Bombarded but Beautiful ![]() |
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NAP2614
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It Couldn't Be Done
----------------------------------------Somebody said that it couldn't be done But he with a chuckle replied That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it! Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll never do that; At least no one ever has done it; ' But he took off his coat and he took off his hat And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure, There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That 'cannot be done,' and you'll do it. Edgar Albert Guest ![]() [Edit 1 times, last edit by NAP2614 at Jun 5, 2014 6:37:10 PM] |
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bjbdbest
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My Creed
----------------------------------------To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to faith and honor still; To do my best, and let that stand The record of my brain and hand; And then, should failure come to me, Still work and hope for victory. To have no secret place wherein I stoop unseen to shame or sin; To be the same when I'm alone As when my every deed is known To live undaunted, unafraid Of any step that I have made; To be without pretense or sham Exactly what men think I am. To leave some simple mark behind To keep my having lived in mind, If enmity to aught I show, To be an honest, generous foe, To play my little part, nor whine That greater honors are not mine. This, I believe, is all I need For my philosophy and creed. - Edgar A. Guest |
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David Autumns
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"The Untold Story"
----------------------------------------Clickety-Clack Our Character wrote in the key of Carriage return. There, with a ribbon in her hair Backed by billowing clichéd clouds of dispersing steam She stepped into space "Bar?" he had planned to say though he was no Bogart In the waiting room he had waited for weeks thoughts had filled his mind of how they but before he could type the next word no letter the end of line bell tolled Ping! ![]() It sits in silence today but it just got me to thinking ![]() [Edit 7 times, last edit by David Autumns at Jul 15, 2014 11:03:09 PM] |
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