Monthly Archives: November, 2013

My Land

November 30th is St. Andrew’s Day in Scotland, the patron Saint..

There’s a wee bit land,
Far over the sea
In thoughts and dreams
It’s aye dear to me
It gave me my birthright
It’s always my boast
To you Bonnie Scotland
I’ll aye drink a toast.

Loved ones are waiting
In the land O’ the Dell
The Return of the laddie
They loved e’er so well
They’ll often shed tears
As they sit there, and wait,
For the Scottish Division who had such a fate.


When I Am An Old Lady

What goes around, comes around…

When I am an old lady, I’ll go live with each kid
And bring so much happiness, just as they did
I want to pay back all the joy they provided
Returning each deed!  Oh, they’ll be so excited
When I’m an old lady and go live with my kids!

I’ll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues
And I’ll bounce on the furniture, wearing my shoes
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they’ll shout
When I am an old lady and go live with my kids.

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach
Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake their head
And when that is done, I’ll hide under the bed
When I’m an old lady and go live with my kids!

When they cook dinner and call me to eat
I’ll not eat my string beans or fish or meat
I’ll gag on my spinach, spill milk on the table
And when they get angry…. I’ll run……If I’m able
When I am an old lady and go live with my kids

I’ll sit close to the TV; through the channels I’ll click
Ill cross both my eyes to see if they stick
I’ll take off my socks and throw them away
And play in the mud until the end of the day
When I’m an old lady and go live with my kids.

And later, in bed I’ll lay back and sign
I’ll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping
And say with a groan “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping”

Giving Thanks

American Thanksgiving and so many things to be thankful for and appreciative of…

A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

All of creation is a song of praise to God.  Hildegard Of Bingen

Babies are such a nice way to start people. Don Herold

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full dazzling! Sidney Lanier

I can complain because rosebushes have thorns … or rejoice because the thorn bush has a rose.  It is all up to me.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many, not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Charles Dickens

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others, how much they love them while they’re still alive.  O. A. Battista

Where there is discord
May we bring harmony.
Where there is error,
May we bring truth.
Where there is doubt,
May we bring faith.
Where there is despair,
May we bring hope.  St. Francis Of Assisi

Prayer of Hope

Sentiments that should not be specific to the Christmas season…

When you’re lonely,
I wish you love.
When you’re down,
I wish you joy.
When you’re troubled,
I wish you peace.
When things are complicated,
I wish you simple beauty.
When things are chaotic,
I wish you inner silence.
When things look empty,
I wish you hope.

Winter Remembered

Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

Think not, when fire was bright upon my bricks,
And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter,
I glowed like them, the simple burning sticks,
Far from my cause, my proper heat and center.

Better to walk forth in the frozen air
And wash my wound in the snows; that would be healing;
Because my heart would throb less painful there,
Being caked with cold, and past the smart of feeling.

And where I walked, the murderous winter blast
Would have this body bowed, these eyeballs streaming,
And though I think this heart’s blood froze not fast
It ran too small to spare one drop for dreaming.

Dear love, these fingers that had known your touch,
And tied our separate forces first together,
Were ten poor idiot fingers not worth much,
Ten frozen parsnips hanging in the weather.

John Crowe Ransom

A Moral (not amoral)

I had a little spot of ground,
Where blade nor blossom grew,
Though the bright sunshine all around
Life giving radiance threw.
I  mourned to see a spot so bare
Of leaves of healthful green,
And though of bowers, and blossoms fair,
I frequently had seen.

Some seeds of various kinds lay by-
I knew not what they were –
But, rudely turning o’er the soil,
I strewed them thickly there;
And day by day I watched them spring
From out the fertile earth,
And hoped for  many a lovely thing
Of beauty and of worth.

But as I marked their leaves unfold
As weeds before my view,
And saw how stubbornly and bold
The thorns and nettles grew –
I sighed to think that I had done,
Unwittingly, a thing
That, where a beauteous bough should thrive,
But worthless weeds did bring.

And thus I mused: the things we do
With little heed or ken,
May prove of worthless growth, and strew
With thorns the paths of men:
For little deeds, like little seeds
May flowers prove, or noxious weeds!

Days of the Week

Does the attribute of your birth day match your personality?

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that’s born on the Sabbath day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

The age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

A Light In The World Went Out

John F. Kennedy Inaugural Speech, 1961 January 20th

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility – I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation ……………………and so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength…………………..which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love …………………..knowing that here on earth God’s work must be truly our own.


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

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