tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65198760220441512102024-03-05T17:49:05.599-08:00PoetryandWildRosesPoetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-20103336876167179072013-02-09T08:33:00.001-08:002013-02-09T08:33:14.084-08:00New Shop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlMung3SNMFf894oLRcIlGjVNIuXmaHIdlRT5AyZFuHgsfAf0NFXurs44ElgliWiGDUvWrQ8gFDbSByMgi0REa3mhYi9i8YOEcbDfhDFc04H7a0qM157q-30hPqiu-og7MSPMYpZifPA/s1600/flowers+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlMung3SNMFf894oLRcIlGjVNIuXmaHIdlRT5AyZFuHgsfAf0NFXurs44ElgliWiGDUvWrQ8gFDbSByMgi0REa3mhYi9i8YOEcbDfhDFc04H7a0qM157q-30hPqiu-og7MSPMYpZifPA/s320/flowers+018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Gdz8WsSNgkiJV1AzxqQQq1KGTgE0FSLr5pXcw_LNVrd2mPg2i0Ipe-BScbo16V27SXB94T75k7s4C9N19-Ht5xQkN6J2MTOlhhzD2hjm64oadS7HCdBduinYPtbG-AdjYe9E2DFM4LA/s1600/flowers%25252B014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Gdz8WsSNgkiJV1AzxqQQq1KGTgE0FSLr5pXcw_LNVrd2mPg2i0Ipe-BScbo16V27SXB94T75k7s4C9N19-Ht5xQkN6J2MTOlhhzD2hjm64oadS7HCdBduinYPtbG-AdjYe9E2DFM4LA/s1600/flowers%25252B014.JPG" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd;">For those interested, I have begun a little Etsy shop featuring some small watercolors. They have been created in the shape of a heart,so would be suitable for Valentine's Day, but not limited to that. My shop's name is the same as my blog's: Poetry and Wild Roses :-)</span></span>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-33880301507955636152011-10-30T14:08:00.000-07:002011-10-30T14:08:23.844-07:00YOU...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">I just want to tell you that you are a very valuable person. Don't be discouraged,when people make you feel otherwise. You have something good that's been given you,to offer back as a gift to others...You know deep down in your heart what that is...Don't let the negativity of some ruin what you believe in...Find someone who shares what you believe, and spend time encouraging each other. Your life is of great value. Do not give up on this!</span></em></strong> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;">I usually can't resist picking up a few leaves,now and then,during this season...Aren't they lovely?</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-30607118123809597742011-10-21T08:20:00.000-07:002011-10-21T08:20:39.512-07:00Autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75;">I have many thoughts about the beautiful gift of Autumn days...Golden days,full of bright colors,enhanced by the special light that the sun casts over field, tree,and flower, this time of the year....</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75;">It is a great gift,and needs to be cherished!</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-85447644727616726312011-09-10T18:36:00.000-07:002011-09-10T20:27:46.891-07:00Dip in the Sea...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">There are pictures to paint,and stories to write...There are books to read, Music to hear, Food to taste...Beauty to behold, Fragrance to inhale, Breezes to feel...Banquets to share, and Dancing to do!</span></em></strong></div>
Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-22934582610246435332011-09-06T10:05:00.000-07:002011-09-06T10:10:02.393-07:00More about the Moon...<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">"Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come,while stars grew fuller and larger all around them,and a yellow moon,appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular,came to keep them company and listen to their talk..."~From Kenneth Grahame's "Wind and the Willows"~</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">~This is a story that I find to be quite adorable,and I hope you will forgive me,Christina Martin,for borrowing the quote that you just used on "Soul Aperture"....It is such a charming thought,to me,to think of the moon,as a quiet friend,keeping a small creature company,quietly,while he sits outside,and murmurs on about his dreams...I wanted to pair this thought with my little painting of this large,quiet,glowing moon! Hope it brings you a smile!</span></div>
Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-47671226457724027622011-09-05T14:16:00.000-07:002011-09-05T14:16:55.259-07:00This Time Of The Year <br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">"Go for the moon. If you don't get it, you'll still be heading for a star." ~Willis Reed~</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-19883677620152365842011-09-01T17:10:00.000-07:002011-09-01T17:10:32.616-07:00Meandering....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;">We all need a beautiful path to wander along this time of year...Here is one for your imagination~Enjoy!</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">"Joy is the Holy Fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow..." ~Helen Keller~</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-69765292062934284782011-08-31T12:24:00.000-07:002011-08-31T12:50:23.833-07:00My Little Cottage In The Woods<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBmBZO3ALtTl0jhPbxA5xQmTzuL1vqBdB5IK3TXgGUkcHb-HOdetIxxPWhmMB7oF670AuXWGMrQXhx-wkqxfOJIVqtg_SQpRejzLCsuMvG5BpExrWzRJ62tsyTFCchz1QiDm3Z045GCc/s1600/country+cottage+painting+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBmBZO3ALtTl0jhPbxA5xQmTzuL1vqBdB5IK3TXgGUkcHb-HOdetIxxPWhmMB7oF670AuXWGMrQXhx-wkqxfOJIVqtg_SQpRejzLCsuMvG5BpExrWzRJ62tsyTFCchz1QiDm3Z045GCc/s640/country+cottage+painting+004.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdri56OA7V0gOlRUthoVeAjbiLmCLo9dPXIaZcr33df__PCPSrnhc2Xu-2ITyJulPx_rsrMlkRZo_d6OgtW1nLTYeO-5GHPETW8CZhoiM_8zGb7yz_o11AleIpS9khk6H4ZfZk7Z1nmwc/s1600/country+cottage+painting+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdri56OA7V0gOlRUthoVeAjbiLmCLo9dPXIaZcr33df__PCPSrnhc2Xu-2ITyJulPx_rsrMlkRZo_d6OgtW1nLTYeO-5GHPETW8CZhoiM_8zGb7yz_o11AleIpS9khk6H4ZfZk7Z1nmwc/s400/country+cottage+painting+001.JPG" width="300" xaa="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgKSyFeq-1msLAr2gd0vyN-rF-F1-Y-JtO_RpQJ2KsnEskSUBhyphenhyphenkEh83eJQhpCSVcr1y53EPJzsJLa2qIoi1BcvBmGhWNtTHcByXIg6_AuKZgeR_5i6-WbQWWv6b2vuyMtAMRF1T1uYE/s1600/country+cottage+painting+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgKSyFeq-1msLAr2gd0vyN-rF-F1-Y-JtO_RpQJ2KsnEskSUBhyphenhyphenkEh83eJQhpCSVcr1y53EPJzsJLa2qIoi1BcvBmGhWNtTHcByXIg6_AuKZgeR_5i6-WbQWWv6b2vuyMtAMRF1T1uYE/s320/country+cottage+painting+003.JPG" width="219" xaa="true" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">This is a little picture that I just </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">finished recently...A sweet little </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">cottage in the woods. It is similar to a place that I once lived~ </span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-79832875536431774712011-08-26T16:26:00.000-07:002011-08-26T16:26:18.530-07:00Rasberries!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_4qym46G4bhdEpGVmnCRskcYTZNX_zqpXJrmFqf5U2CBiJNR6qWhMPL7akESNyJswdXseBBTDRXXKEpsgTFuLtdTL_NIdwOKcWmLhIWbRYghOxkFsrx5hlxZVT759RBhl_ZQtfVEjxM/s1600/watercolors+and+raspberrys+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_4qym46G4bhdEpGVmnCRskcYTZNX_zqpXJrmFqf5U2CBiJNR6qWhMPL7akESNyJswdXseBBTDRXXKEpsgTFuLtdTL_NIdwOKcWmLhIWbRYghOxkFsrx5hlxZVT759RBhl_ZQtfVEjxM/s640/watercolors+and+raspberrys+019.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>These lovely rasberries came from our garden. I have so many lovely memories about rasberries from childhood. My grandparents had a beautiful garden,most of which consisted of these lovely berries,which they generously shared with us!Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-23854468402249790892011-08-24T17:45:00.000-07:002011-08-24T17:45:12.388-07:00Blue Mood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmQOKL8_4G56llalRCpKx6p7b_UYU-UT_i-5wZZvq13TBOsPTQzIieXcEyamJ8X3CMwlMS8FCJhY9kJ2yDkbj0oMIXxMPD-Fqst0g6zYMXeOSGRgkjWZ1yh8oqBMyU1jzQY6WifV2loM/s1600/watercolors+and+raspberrys+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmQOKL8_4G56llalRCpKx6p7b_UYU-UT_i-5wZZvq13TBOsPTQzIieXcEyamJ8X3CMwlMS8FCJhY9kJ2yDkbj0oMIXxMPD-Fqst0g6zYMXeOSGRgkjWZ1yh8oqBMyU1jzQY6WifV2loM/s640/watercolors+and+raspberrys+037.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">I have been in the mood for the color blue recently, so this little painting of blue flowers was one of the results~</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-77865642101895006902011-08-24T13:56:00.000-07:002011-08-24T13:56:55.278-07:00By The Sea....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uYIqRr_K3wWaYg6r4I2GbN0LAn_EkO0gsEyDFULQ404NInjXbT2zycIuuURWA7aKm_i2mmXCEWb9hmEMkBPtFkEDQOc-HRKeqe4WqD4zXMCzax2RjI0SlHIyNsFl9f3Vn1tpVaJA3Xk/s1600/watercolors+and+raspberrys+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uYIqRr_K3wWaYg6r4I2GbN0LAn_EkO0gsEyDFULQ404NInjXbT2zycIuuURWA7aKm_i2mmXCEWb9hmEMkBPtFkEDQOc-HRKeqe4WqD4zXMCzax2RjI0SlHIyNsFl9f3Vn1tpVaJA3Xk/s640/watercolors+and+raspberrys+015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3WHqHaQs31doxw9WF_3RChJtsNXb_VVkBZJM5lhvIm6Z1mB7kIJaAziOgSHSvKOLavCAKleAbZvEnV_qQWhnZ6QMC3jjiH1hHFVwiX5gXqPqsXZir1j-0birIUah3lIMew9QKeYp-zc/s1600/watercolors+and+raspberrys+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="521" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3WHqHaQs31doxw9WF_3RChJtsNXb_VVkBZJM5lhvIm6Z1mB7kIJaAziOgSHSvKOLavCAKleAbZvEnV_qQWhnZ6QMC3jjiH1hHFVwiX5gXqPqsXZir1j-0birIUah3lIMew9QKeYp-zc/s640/watercolors+and+raspberrys+001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><strong><em>I gave a picture similar to this, to some friends recently. I told them that it would be a good reason</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>to paint another one,so here is the new one. For those of you,who inspire and encourage...Thank you for your friendship!</em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-39272816656661224482011-05-26T15:54:00.000-07:002011-05-26T15:54:34.064-07:00A Little Painted Path<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi229RSEa4zAmbytn-BEiW9zX3IL86vyHCIKJ5861XH-SFCC6uzl3QkeCM99gXtw3Ucq80I95QQrnvvaOgB-WoccbYeLvjRId64Var4yvICAmqjdJHyepDXIqfxdJ2S7ocy5moFrRkYKWQ/s1600/painting+etc+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi229RSEa4zAmbytn-BEiW9zX3IL86vyHCIKJ5861XH-SFCC6uzl3QkeCM99gXtw3Ucq80I95QQrnvvaOgB-WoccbYeLvjRId64Var4yvICAmqjdJHyepDXIqfxdJ2S7ocy5moFrRkYKWQ/s640/painting+etc+025.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-53515151881301917392011-05-26T15:38:00.000-07:002011-05-26T15:38:45.685-07:00More Painting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdnqRZZkWYxQ9UKzF5LcHunffmqhaXlcEz323DagYBE4avWH-Q292PO7bzIpbgwPNI5f3UZAsdmPiNaDbGZDAyAwuL2u9XSfRH4AXQjbA9C4BYM-wU9tBr4eiENBmx3b7uzdG5IBa5k4/s1600/painting+etc+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdnqRZZkWYxQ9UKzF5LcHunffmqhaXlcEz323DagYBE4avWH-Q292PO7bzIpbgwPNI5f3UZAsdmPiNaDbGZDAyAwuL2u9XSfRH4AXQjbA9C4BYM-wU9tBr4eiENBmx3b7uzdG5IBa5k4/s320/painting+etc+028.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em>Here is a little more detail on the same picture...a sweet little path for you to imagine...</em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-80318481674158808262011-05-26T15:22:00.000-07:002011-05-26T15:22:34.501-07:00A Little Artwork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYxgji4q81g_iEH6tQROo36DxWDYnROjZKvGZ8oV_zPibD_Hywpe39kr7rbgM09vNpVEcKvklfTtAGYHes00vyNJgjcQgBDi6AShVfj_KwgdsVSR2cQztNEm-kktKW7VWYJIF0053vLc/s1600/painting+etc+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYxgji4q81g_iEH6tQROo36DxWDYnROjZKvGZ8oV_zPibD_Hywpe39kr7rbgM09vNpVEcKvklfTtAGYHes00vyNJgjcQgBDi6AShVfj_KwgdsVSR2cQztNEm-kktKW7VWYJIF0053vLc/s320/painting+etc+031.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em>Here's a portion of a little picture that I painted just recently,with love to friends and family.</em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-35412363864497771662011-05-23T22:01:00.000-07:002011-05-23T22:01:31.122-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPkPB-qgBXvQJPenEbzTj2THH_afFF8rx6AgxdjjFhURjn8517dYJisP5HaCgj-__SGMMhiV5DcEC_SpjSqui4x34SOOuu58tYQoTyt-XTnk5jtNGzVXNpbVbH5gzunlBF_sCT7V3CNA/s1600/flowers+etc+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPkPB-qgBXvQJPenEbzTj2THH_afFF8rx6AgxdjjFhURjn8517dYJisP5HaCgj-__SGMMhiV5DcEC_SpjSqui4x34SOOuu58tYQoTyt-XTnk5jtNGzVXNpbVbH5gzunlBF_sCT7V3CNA/s640/flowers+etc+035.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-55876864752718046122011-05-20T16:29:00.000-07:002011-05-20T16:29:30.378-07:00You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1b8528AuicDUJlRftWqCNYlzfSJ5fvkHhLYITrs_RErswySByCEjdlEIKwlbcioU7pHdyApdwwH7kl-CGw2_j7nACc4hrOOW_Tlje741Bq3ZoJOq6c3tipVm3_G11-yl1Zj-Fq4-j04/s1600/flowers+etc+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1b8528AuicDUJlRftWqCNYlzfSJ5fvkHhLYITrs_RErswySByCEjdlEIKwlbcioU7pHdyApdwwH7kl-CGw2_j7nACc4hrOOW_Tlje741Bq3ZoJOq6c3tipVm3_G11-yl1Zj-Fq4-j04/s640/flowers+etc+004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sometimes,all that I need to feel happy,is to think of you~</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-42164548565016470532011-05-18T08:20:00.000-07:002011-05-18T08:20:57.479-07:00From The Treasure Chest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZFR4Xb9QJq1o5vvPNGpYlIFRcErkeh10-tAs9Q0YBtkwaYIdRia6XuOC9Gn_-Ed3Ik9JHahOJqhOvYtejYgGoQRkXi26_LpAMLOalNpqnlrxllKzbM4_oEhv0c9fKVoH2sqBtCjFr88/s1600/flowers+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="513" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZFR4Xb9QJq1o5vvPNGpYlIFRcErkeh10-tAs9Q0YBtkwaYIdRia6XuOC9Gn_-Ed3Ik9JHahOJqhOvYtejYgGoQRkXi26_LpAMLOalNpqnlrxllKzbM4_oEhv0c9fKVoH2sqBtCjFr88/s640/flowers+028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">"I believe in the immortality of the soul because I have within me immortal longings."</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> ~Helen Keller</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">"We are haunted by an ideal life,and it is because we have within us the beginning and the possibility of it." ~Phillips Brooks</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">"There's More"</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> We only see a little of the ocean,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">A few miles distance from the rocky shore;</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">But oh! out there beyond--beyond our life's horizon</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">There's more--There's more.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> ~Author Unknown</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Heaven often seems distant and unknown,but if he who made the road thither is our guide,we need not fear to lose the way.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> ~Henry Van Dyke</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">These sayings are taken from a lovely book I found recently,while antiquing. It is titled,"The Treasure Chest",and is copyright 1965 by Charles L.Wallis. Printed in the United States,by Harper and Row Publishers,Incorporated.</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-8611692074528106942011-05-07T15:58:00.000-07:002011-05-07T15:58:56.625-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRbWsbEyUb-NeLVk5lOgxR7kXFkNpd_7ryLVFOrcgOzUSa_4IGfFeDJLupHvt1xkHcdEeV5dlmvpDIwBsVsoKQtwjoi1JAYXVEjj4uNEWOG-6mJf2AfsI7x8CoFgqOhBB51OmyTeViyk/s1600/flowers+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRbWsbEyUb-NeLVk5lOgxR7kXFkNpd_7ryLVFOrcgOzUSa_4IGfFeDJLupHvt1xkHcdEeV5dlmvpDIwBsVsoKQtwjoi1JAYXVEjj4uNEWOG-6mJf2AfsI7x8CoFgqOhBB51OmyTeViyk/s320/flowers+018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: large;">To hear the whispered voice</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">of another's heart</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">and understand unspoken words</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">are talents of those lucky few~</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">people who are precious to the world.~Theresa Ann Hunt</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"></span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">The Heroism of the Mother</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Is not the highest heroism that which is free even from the approbation of the best and the wisest? The heroism which is known only to our Father,who seeth in secret? The God-like lives lived in obscurity? How many thousands of heroines there must be now,of whom we shall never know. But still they are there. They sow in secret the seed of which we pluck the flower,and eat the fruit,and know not that we pass the sower daily in the streets.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> One form of heroism~the most common,and yet the least remembered of all~namely,the heroism of the average mother. Ah! When I think of that broad fact, I gather hope again for poor humanity; and this dark world looks bright~this diseased world looks wholesome to me once more~because,whatever else it is not full of, it is at least full of mothers. ~Charles Kingsley~</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> ~From the book,FOR A VERY SPECIAL PERSON</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> Copywright 1976,Hallmark Cards,Inc.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"> Kansas City,Missouri United States of America</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-6471561336102569212011-05-04T13:24:00.000-07:002011-05-04T13:24:39.281-07:00From The Kindly Neighbor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfsUPnIZVKtmYTdfNTqd_Wc2bqFriZfVTK6G2ze7Ar9AfS3WdlN1Au4KeEEQSgTyFpFBMhdOlEmArN22OgiEVGrT-oZIqoYX-Y3690-1o2SVew5csVtLHSb2MHyWFbv2V9AUrp2kRC5o/s1600/flowers+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfsUPnIZVKtmYTdfNTqd_Wc2bqFriZfVTK6G2ze7Ar9AfS3WdlN1Au4KeEEQSgTyFpFBMhdOlEmArN22OgiEVGrT-oZIqoYX-Y3690-1o2SVew5csVtLHSb2MHyWFbv2V9AUrp2kRC5o/s320/flowers+018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Giving me the glory of his radiant smile</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">And comes at times to help with willing hands</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">No station high or rank this man commands;</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">He too,must trudge, as I,the long day's mile; And yet,devoid of pomp or gaudy style, He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands. ~To him I go when sorrow's at my door; On him I lean when burdens come my way; Together oft</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">we talk our trials o'er, And there is warmth in each goodnight we say. ~A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end ~When man has made the man next door his friend. ~Edgar A.Guest</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"> ~From a Hallmark book entitled, "For a Very Special Person", a little book that is a tribute to different kinds of friendship,Copywright 1976 ~Hallmark Cards~Kansas City,Missouri~Printed in the United States of America</span> </em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-49774243203447611882011-04-26T09:42:00.000-07:002011-04-26T09:42:35.792-07:00What we miss,if we don't look...Musing on the thought that it seems so easy to not see the amazing potential in any given life....What we consider to be an ordinary day, or an ordinary life, or someone who is a part of our own ordinary life...could, with closer examination, be quite extraordinary~Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-36179372371745843452011-03-06T07:56:00.000-08:002011-03-06T07:56:54.814-08:00The Graceful Old Tree<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Dearest Tree, Old Friend,</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">I finally found time to shed a tear for you this morning</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">How I have loved you, and have been warmed</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Inspired, by your beauty</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Your branches, like a swirl of lace</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Swept upward into the moonlit sky</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">As they also drew one's glance</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Towards the beauty of the sunrise</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">You are still a home for small creatures</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The birds still love to sing in your branches</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The squirrels still play in you</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">And other creatures look to you for refuge</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Though storms have caused some </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Of your branches to fall, You are still here</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">As you have been for many years</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Though we do not know</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">How much longer we will know your graceful Beauty</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"> S.R.North</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-79643416920988369102011-02-18T17:50:00.000-08:002011-02-18T17:50:13.173-08:00More Thoughts From "Wings of Silver"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5eXXSSDUfkvLjdUQcWZwh_0p5f3NZCeWAcCFviHFwA_QmHfecW0dBiz0Mo_WzF6S_XeRm-0agqxisBwdx5C7bmqNA0-gxGF3O1s1V9JxTUKmZ_lzbrxmZrEDdy7acWncXLSd0aeO2yY/s1600/ss_100684234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5eXXSSDUfkvLjdUQcWZwh_0p5f3NZCeWAcCFviHFwA_QmHfecW0dBiz0Mo_WzF6S_XeRm-0agqxisBwdx5C7bmqNA0-gxGF3O1s1V9JxTUKmZ_lzbrxmZrEDdy7acWncXLSd0aeO2yY/s320/ss_100684234.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The flower that follows the sun</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Does so even on cloudy days.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The supreme pleasure is to promote </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">the joy of others.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">It is good to let a little sunshine out</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"> As well as in.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Don't spend your days stringing and </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">tuning your instrument-</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"> Start making music now.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">A link of man's mind may be forged by the heart of a song.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">When you have thanked the Lord for every blessing sent,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">but little time will then remain for murmur or lament.</span></em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519876022044151210.post-22291476485890932342011-02-08T18:10:00.000-08:002011-02-08T18:10:48.716-08:00The Kingdom of Heaven<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxp4SC4AzeF39XTKHRIyFWKUpA6IZgeQ78-zSg_ciIOnjvCnl7ncTJp1aw0bK6Rzw21eviyA3ZPvqPuXTaZ1TmR-4KLeksaZa_LGFsLP8m4la2-ojfc8w1dkSxSfQn0M9Uzt0ReDxa0kQ/s1600/ss_100075052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxp4SC4AzeF39XTKHRIyFWKUpA6IZgeQ78-zSg_ciIOnjvCnl7ncTJp1aw0bK6Rzw21eviyA3ZPvqPuXTaZ1TmR-4KLeksaZa_LGFsLP8m4la2-ojfc8w1dkSxSfQn0M9Uzt0ReDxa0kQ/s400/ss_100075052.jpg" width="300" /></a><strong><em>Again, the kingdom of</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>heaven is like treasure </em></strong><strong><em> </em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>hidden in a field,</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>which a man found </em></strong></div><br />
<strong><em>and hid; and for joy </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>over it he goes and sells</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>all that he has and buys</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>that field.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Again, the kingdom of </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>heaven is like a </em></strong><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><strong><em>merchant seeking </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>beautiful pearls, who,</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em> when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.</em></strong>Poetry and Wild Roseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03253088358238850739noreply@blogger.com0