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Posted on 06/30/2011 10:09:07 PM PDT by JustAmy
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And a happy one to you, jaycee!
Consider it borrowed! :)
Awwww...remember those day? *sigh*
Nice...thank you. :)
As they say..It's 5 o'clock somewhere! ;)
Thank you, Teenie. My most admired and favorite poet of all time....James Whitcomb Riley
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
Does anyone know how Billie is doing? I wrote her last week after seeing that she hadn't commented on FR for a few months and haven't heard back from her.
Beautiful, Mary Lou! When I posted the couple on the beach, I knew you would think of that wonderful trip you just enjoyed!
Is that precious or what? I love the black and white pictures with a touch of color, don’t you. Look at the little guy’s face. He doesn’t quite know what to do. They’re adorable!
What a cutie that kitty is!!
Love that sweet poem by Riley, yorkie. It does bring back memories for me.
It was so hot out today I could hardly stand going from the car to each of my destinations today. I went way too long without eating and when I got in the house, I was so shaky I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t pass out. While I was getting my ham sandwich ready with sliced tomatoes, I was eating a spoon of peanut butter trying to get rid of the shakes. I know better but didn’t realize how many places I had to go!! I will be more careful in the future. If I had eaten a couple of peanut butter crackers before I left, it would have prevented that shakiness.
I haven’t seen or heard from Billie in quite a long while. We miss her. I’ve been thinking of trying to find her on Facebook. I spend very little time on Facebook but I could do some checking on her.
Its always nice to see you and hear from you, Aqua!!
A Song of Long Ago - James Whitcomb Riley
A song of Long Ago:
Sing it lightly - sing it low -
Sing it softly - like the lisping of the lips we used to know
When our baby-laughter spilled
From the glad hearts ever filled
With music blithe as robin ever trilled!
Let the fragrant summer-breeze,
And the leaves of locust-trees,
And the apple-buds and blossoms, and the wings of honey-bees,
All palpitate with glee,
Till the happy harmony
Brings back each childish joy to you and me.
Let the eyes of fancy turn
Where the tumbled pippins burn
Like embers in the orchard's lap of tangled grass and fern, -
There let the old path wind
In and out and on behind
The cider-press that chuckles as we grind.
Blend in the song the moan
Of the dove that grieves alone,
And the wild whir of the locust, and the bumble’s drowsy drone;
And the low of cows that call
Through the pasture-bars when all
The landscape fades away at evenfall.
Then, far away and clear,
Through the dusky atmosphere,
Let the wailing of the kildee be the only sound we hear:
O sad and sweet and low
As the memory may know
Is the glad-pathetic song of Long Ago!
Pretty close, I'd say!! :)
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