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friendly133 76M
3919 posts
4/1/2007 6:00 pm

Last Read:
4/16/2007 6:12 pm

THINGS DIVINE



These are the things I hold divine:
A trusting 's hand laid in mine,

Rich brown earth and wind-tossed trees,
The taste of grapes and the drone of bees,

A rhythmic gallop, long June days,
A rose-hedged lane and lovers' lay,

The welcome smile on neighbors' faces,
Cool, wide hills and open places,

Breeze-blown fields and silver rye,
The wild, sweet note of the plover's cry,

Fresh spring flowers and scent of box,
The soft pale tint of the garden phlox,

Lilacs blooming, a drowsy noon,
Rolling Meadows and storm-washed heights,

A fountain murmur on summer nights,
A dappled fawn in the forest hush,

Simple words and the song of thrush,
Rose-red dawns and a mate to share,

With comrade soul my gypsy fare,
A waiting fire when the twilight ends,

A gallant heart and the voice of friends.

~Author Unknown~

Best wishes,

Govind


"To fight the darkness do not draw your sword, light a candle" - Zarathustra


BarbieRocks 79F

4/1/2007 8:11 pm

I like it....


friendly133 76M
5418 posts
4/16/2007 6:12 pm



Pollyanna - thanks for your visit Pollyanna - I share your perception; such thoughts are, indeed, refreshing and inspiring. Best regards.

Barbie - I like it too and thank you for your visit to my blog. Best regards.

MsLadyBug - Aim of my posting this blog has been achieved when you and the persons who visit my blog find it GENTLE AND PEACEFUL. Many thanks. Best regards.

Kavita0 - Very sweet of you to visit my blog - fondest regards,

Govind


"To fight the darkness do not draw your sword, light a candle" - Zarathustra