“Motto"

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.” ― Bertolt Brecht

THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE

At ten A.M. the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband's house. I pass solitary in my car.

Then again she comes to the curb to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands shy, uncorseted, tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her to a fallen leaf.

The noiseless wheels of my car rush with a crackling sound over dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling. William Carlos Williams

Her black veil that made her look like the evil fairy.... and sadly you don't want any of your wishes to be fulfilled

"The frog who lives in the well knows nothing about the vastness of the sea" --- Japanese aphorisms

“A flower blossoms for its own joy.” ― Oscar Wilde

Sprinkled with Sunlight We painted on the hilltop overlooking the sandy beach, as the slanting bluffs nearby nosed over a lapping azure sea. We sprinkled with sunlight our canvases gooey with oil paints. The voices of other people who joined us radiated with busy cheer. Later, the sun blurred my eyes when we stood for a photo, just you and I, our pictures finished. What a pleasant, relaxing day. I can’t find the photo anywhere. It’s inside me. by Heather Sager

On my way

Tell everybody, I′m on my way New friends and new places to see With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way ― Phil Collins

Tougher Than The Rest" (MULTI-CAM) -

Rain

The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Mother's Love I slowed the car when I noticed the crane and her baby at the side of the road. I inched closer, coming almost to a stop. So why did she have to step out in front of me, spreading those enormous wings that filled the entire lane as if she were a crossing guard? She even shouted at me. I tried to veer left, praying there was no oncoming traffic, but she side-stepped to the left with me. I had to drive into the ditch to get around this crazy woman, who I have to admit, was just doing her job. by Angela Hoffman

Spring Came Walking

Spring came walking through the grass; I heard her happy footsteps pass; I went outside and took her hand, And followed her across the land. And everywhere we took our way, The flowers called a holiday. By Annette Wynne

"Okie from Muskogee"

The Poor Little Rich Flower It's better to be a buttercup out in the grass Where a hundred children pass, And at evening drink the dew, Than be you, Poor little rich flower, Shut up in a lady's bower. Does the lady look your way Any day? Ever stoop to you and bless? Give your head a soft caress? You are such a tiny part Of all her things. Her heart A crowded palace is; but O, to know the bliss Of being meadow-glad—like this— You should be out in the grass Where the happy children pass— We would like to welcome you To our sunshine, rain, and dew, Flower, in a lady's bower. by Annette Wynne

"If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you it is yours. If it doesn't it was never meant to be." ― Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“A morning coffee is my favorite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don't later fray.” ― Marcia Carrington

“I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.” ― Isaac Singer