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Get in the mood today with this salute to the USA:
http://gabbiash.nstemp.com/LoveAmerica.html
Beautiful! Be happy, be safe, and make the most of this time with friends
and/or family.
Especially for younger women who diet and diet and diet....
Read
perfect.
Has it begun to snow yet where
you live? Read
Snow Walk for a new look at winter.
Hilda's Graham's Thanksgiving Day - don't forget those far
away while you enjoy!
Dr. Charles J. Kaiser of Miami has a new take
on the story of the Great Flood. Listen up, those of you with flood problems....
or conversely, water shortages: All Wet.
Like poetry that makes you think? The
kind you roll around on the taste buds of your mind to savor layers of meaning?
See The Apple
Orchard.
Our
Watkins and
Fuller customer, Bella
Smith, who is a classical music conductor and poet (read Heart of
the Soul) has forwarded a beautiful and interesting site: Life's Echo.
A Miami pre-teen, pupil at the Hebrew Academy
and granddaughter of Holocaust survivors, has won various awards for her poignant
poetry, displaying a talent far beyond her years. For a taste of what
is surely years of art to come, read
Grandfather at Stone Soup. Another poem, "The Test", recounting
the practice of Jewish families to leave children with Gentile families, to
raise as Christians in order to save their lives, will soon be posted on the
Holocaust Memorial Museum
site. It was published in the Miami Herald recently and was truly touching.
From contributor
Hilda Graham:
"I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and have a New Year filled with good health,
happiness and peace. Here is a poem I wrote regarding New Years Resolutions."
One way to promote your health (mental and physical)
and live longer and happier is to maintain strong social and/or family ties,
and for those with religious beliefs, regular involvement and attendance at
a place of worship can make a big difference. Here's a poem by Donna Moore
about her beliefs; It's Just Church.
Granddaughter Jackie Metcalf and I have two
generations between us - one reason I can never claim to understand her way
of looking at things, our shared "bad genes" non-withstanding. Her poetry
since she was about nine years old leaves one thinking... and thinking... Everywhere, In Everything. But
that's what poetry should do, provoke another point of view.
From Contributor Hilda Graham: "It is
getting to be that time of year again. Time to take care of our yards. Here
is a little something I wrote." Bless
Our Lawn.
Frequent contributor Hilda Graham
had a birthday yesterday, and received the best present a Mom could possibly
get from her daughter Julie. Read "WHAT MY MOM
MEANS TO ME!" Happy Birthday, Hilda, and many more to share with
your family and friends, and our readers.
Another poem from Great-Aunt Amelia's scrapbook, from
an age when little boys wore dresses until a "certain age" and girls NEVER wore
trousers: Pockets!
When something so unexpected as the Columbia
disaster happens, we are all reminded how fragile life really is. Here's
a poem by Hilda Graham: God's Gift.
Here's some lovely Christmas memories
from Hilda about bygone times as a child in England, plus her Christmas poem
that we can take to heart throughout the coming year, Christmas Time.
Jackie Metcalf
has written a poem; read it and let it rattle around your subconscious as you
work toward forming your New Year's Resolutions. Empty Versus
Overfilled.
You Turned Away :
This poem expresses the pain still felt by someone who was molested
as a child.
Granddaughter Jackie found
this poem on a site for rape victims: Anger
and Tears.
Granddaughter Jackie sends another
poem she wrote, defining weather as an animal: The Snake!
Alex Pettus, a fifth grader who
attends the Lutheran extended care where granddaughter Jackie volunteers, wrote
this poem, Tiger, Tiger.
After a quick search on the web
where I found the poem forwarded to me, "I'm
Glad You're in my Dash", published on various sites with no attribution
as to author, I posted it also. I have been notified that this is a copyrighted
item and the author is Linda Ellis. She has a really great site; take
a look and you can read the poem at Linda's Lyrics.
Hilda Graham sends another poem
with a timely comment on our kids in today's society. It asks:
Is This The Real World?
Part of my compulsive creativity stems from insomnia.
After a near-dawn cup of ginger tea and listening to Aaron Neville's "A Change
is Gonna Come", I went back to bed and composed this poem, Freedom.
If you're American, or sympathize with our Twin
Towers tragedy, or want to see and read something sad but beautiful about how
it affected us, see this page by Joanne in Dreamland: read all the way
to the bottom of
Remembering NY. This was sent to us by Fuller
Brush Rep Linda Mann
Here's a poem from granddaughter Jackie:
Who am I ?
Haiku?
Headline
Haiku? I can't believe this site, called to my attention by
ChefAl
of Great World Chefs. How do you find these
things, Chef Al, and still find time to cook?
Do you know what a haiku is? A delectable
morsel of food? A lovely object of art? A healing inspiration?
A lost child's lament? A subtle witticism? A silent song in
your mind? Take a look at Lark on Phone Wiresand get ready to enjoy!
I'm inspired by Granddaughter Jackie's English
assignment about weather as compared to an animal. I jotted this one down;
The Spider. Jackie will probably come
through with additional ones. Here's a summer assignment;
send me some more!
Granddaughter Jackie was asked in school to write
a poem comparing any animal with a weather phenomenon.
The Eagle.
It's hard enough when higher income women are
divorced, abandoned or widowed, but it's cruel indeed in the lower income strata,
where it seems to most often take place. I wrote this poem. "Somebody
Should Have Told Me", in 1968 in sympathy with these mothers.
An ode to March,
by my grandmother, Ellen Church Williamson, written in 1944. Also
an index to her poems and stories
about her.
For anyone who has lost a beloved pet and wonders
if dogs go to heaven: a poem, Waiting
at the Gate.
