~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks so much for the advice.

[Soaring Feather]

 

~The MidNight Hour~ Good Night Lovers of the Night.~

 

~ Dream a Little~ Love Someone a Lot~
Tony Bennett's The Shadow of Your Smile
Touch ms feather's hair for the song.

Until tomorrow, save the last dance for me!

~Touch the doves and dolls for music~

Touch the Doves.

 

 

Bentfeather

 

 

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam, everyone coming into the Dragon Flie's Lair!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Trees



I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks to God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

[Soaring Feather]

Wow Sam, what a fantastic selection of music this morning. Everyone of them a favorite of mine.

Thanks every so much.

P.S. I love the Avatar! :-)

[snippy_about_it]

Excellent music selection this morning SAM.

[snippy_about_it]

DECORATION DAY

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms!

Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat.

But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches.

All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God!

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome Feather.

It's one of my favorite wolf graphics.

[SAMWolf]

I remember that poem from my school days.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you snippy for the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, DECORATION DAY poem.

[TEXOKIE]

Thanks for inviting me to your thread, Ms Feather. I like your back yard too! What a fun thing, to ride on a dragonfly!

[SAMWolf]

Where Eagles Cry And Wolves Call

The drum beats its rhythm
Steady and slow
Shell rattle dances
Between beats
Lulling mind, body
And
Soul

And he plays for me

Softly at first
Like feathers on the wind, then
Rising slowly, hauntingly
Calling to me in ancient
Mournful melodies

Heart beats to the rhythm of the drum
Blood pulses to the rattle of the shells

And he plays for me

Thunder rumbles, challengingly, in the distance
A sudden chill sets upon the wind, and
Lightning streaks across a clear sky

And still, he plays for me

Eyes of liquid ebony
Hold me transfixed
Until nothing exists, but
He and I, and the music

And he plays to me

He plays to my antiquity
Drawing me in
With each breath
Then sending me out, in song
To the place where
Eagles cry and wolves call

Coyote Moon

[Soaring Feather]

Where Eagles Cry And Wolves Call
Coyote Moon

Powerful Work!

And Women Ride the Wind!!

[snippy_about_it]

I remember that poem from my school days.

Yep, it's an old one.

LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

Night Song

A common desire to love
dawned with a night song
muttered anonymously
with haunted eyes

bent.feather ©

[MoJo2001]

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

*HUGS*

[Victoria Delsoul]

Oh, that's so cute. Thanks so much for the music, Sam.

Love your thread, bentfeather. You've done a superb job.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you so much Victoria.