The Greenwood Gate Poem

 

Good Morning!   

 

     

 

I tried to be a bit clever this morning and add some animated graphics and before I knew it I had deleted my entry instead of the graphics window I had opened.  It’s so frustrating when that happens.  You almost feel like not bothering to do it all again…but here we go once more.   Lol!

I thought that I would add a poem I wrote last year whilst laid up with nothing better to do. So I shall add it below.

Meanwhile if I am not around today it’s because like most women….I am razzing around the shops picking up last minute presents.  I also have the hairdressers at 4.30 this afternoon.  I have some gifts to deliver also so I am looking forward to a day of rest…well ….reasonable rest tomorow. I go to collect my ‘ Little Munchkin’s’ up near Carlisle on Saturday but my daughter will drive us back down again.  I hope the fog doesn’t hamper us as the forecast has it with us all weekend.

 

Here comes the poem…..enjoy!

 

 

  Picture taken magicgenii

 

The Greenwood Gate (C) magicgenii  2005

 

Step this way, and follow me;

A path leads down between those trees.

Towards a forests dank and dour

With leaf mould strewn about its floor.

 

Come, follow me through yonder door

Wherein you’ll find great views, I’m sure,

Which nature gave to you and me.

Her visions framed in every tree.

 

It’s free of charge; there are no fees

Through this green tunnel where you’ll see  

Mirrored reflections on rippled ponds?

Or magic tap of magician’s wand?

 

Come, take in views that cost no more

Than sitting here upon the floor,

Of dappled shaded greenery;

With grass and moss as your settee.

 

Windflowers dance upon the floor,

As you step through the wooden door.

This links the outside world to here,

A place for calmness no more fear.

 

Wildlife abounds within this bower.

I’m sure you’ll browse for countless hours

In contemplative solitude,

Find peace at last in this green wood.

 

You’ll find out soon in quick point rhyme

How flowers in the forest will dance in time

To every heart beat that you drum

Knowing that here…. His kingdom’s come.

 

 

 

 

Below is a thread leading to a UTube video of David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing…

Little Drummer Boy.  Don’t forget to click the icon on the right of the UTube screen to enlarge the picture for your pleasure.

Enjoy again and I hope to be back sometime later.

Have a lovely day.

 

What a glowing reference from your tutor Samantha…well done!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5Pu3FU7zCI

 

xx

 

 

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Inspirational Story

 

Good Morning!

I wish you all a lovely day….under the fog cloud we seem to all be experiencing at present.

Below is a wonderful inspirational poem which a lovely and dear young friend sent to me in an e-mail this morning. 

I want to share it with you.

 

 

 

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You Are an Inspiration:  Don’t Ever Forget
 
Your presence is a gift to the world,
You’re unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be what you want it to be –
Take it one day at a time.
 
Count your blessings, not your troubles,
And you’ll make it through what comes along.

Within you are so many answers,
Understand, have courage, be strong.
 
Don’t put limits on yourself,
Your dreams are waiting to be realized.

Don’t leave your important decisions to chance –
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
 
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying –
The longer a problem is carried, the heavier it gets.

Don’t take things too seriously –
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
 
Remember that a little love goes a long way –
Remember that a lot goes forever.

Remember that friendship is a wise investment,
Life’s treasures are people … together.
 
Have health and hope and happiness,
Take the time to wish on a star.

And don’t ever forget for even a day…
How very special YOU are!
 
–Anonymous

 

Yet again whilst surfing the net I came across this lovely Christmas story.  It purports to be true and written in the 1960’s.  I would guess that the same kind of story is happening in various places around the world.  Other ‘silent and unheralded human angels’ helping their fellow man in times of need.

It was too lovely not to share.

 

 

 

Angels, Once in a While
  by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.

Angels, Once in a while. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave 15 dollars a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money – fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added another strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn’t enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o’clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn’t wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn’t see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car – or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver’s side door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the fac es of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop

 

Have a Happy Christmas….God Bless!

 

 

 

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Christmas Song and Seasonal Greetings

Good Morning!

 

I have added some Christmas music today for your pleasure whilst browsing. Just click on the player and you will hear.  I hope to be able to come in and change the music every other day but may leave this one for a couple of days for the moment.  Enjoy!

 

Below are some more Christmas Carol entries…something for you to copy if you wish and use to sing around the Christmas tree with your family.

 

Happy Christmas"!

 

 

 

 

Let It Snow!

Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne (c) 1945

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally say good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Mary, Did You Know?

c. 1991 Word Music ( a division of Word, Inc.) and Rufus Music (admin. by Keeling & Company, Inc, Nashville, TN) Words: Mark Lowry Music: Buddy Greene

Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?
Did you know
That your baby boy has come to make you new?
This child that you've delivered
Will soon deliver you

Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will calm a storm with His hand?
Did you know
That your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little baby
You've kissed the face of God

Mary, did you know?
The blind will see
The deaf will hear
And the dead will live again
The lame will leap
The dumb will speak
The praises of the Lamb

Mary, did you know
That your baby boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will one day rule the nations?
Did you know
That your baby boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?
This sleeping child you're holding
Is the Great I Am

Oh Mary did you know?

 

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Warning for lady car drivers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be aware of new car-jacking scheme.You walk across the car park, unlock
your car and get inside. Then you lock all your doors, start the engine and
shift or put into reverse.You look into the rear-view mirror to back out of
your parking space and you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of
the rear window.

So, you shift the gear stick back into park or neutral, unlock your doors and jump out of your car to remove that paper or whatever it is that is obstructing your view.

When you reach the back of your car… that is when the car-jackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off!!

Your engine was running, you would have left your purse in the car and they practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.

BE AWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED IN LONDON/MANCHESTER MAKING ITS WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY!!!!!!!!

Just drive away and remove the paper later! It is stuck to your window and be thankful that you read this.

 

I hope you will forward this to friends and family especially to
women! A purse contains all identification, and you certainly do NOTwant
someone getting your home address. They already HAVE your keys!!!JUST BE
AWARE AND TAKE CARE IT WILL PROBABLY SOON ARRIVE IN YOUR AREA.

Brian MolloyDetective ConstableForce Intelligence BureauStrathclyde Police

0141 532 5867

 

Below is a bit of festive fun on the other end of the thread I have placed below.  Enjoy it and sing along!  I dare you!

 

http://www.mesasoftware.com/merrychristmas.htm

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday 8th December

 

Good Morning!

 

Its another quick visit for me today as I have a lot to do. 

My recent story for my Beginner’s Writing Class is not a festive one.  It is in fact a horror story and I am still trying to devise a decent way into the ending for the reader, instead of the abrupt one I have at present.  It is trying to be a Roald Dahl but is no where near that yet….Lol!

But the ‘ bones ‘ of the story are there.  So for now, I’m sorry to disappoint anyone who was looking forward to reading it.  I will craft away at it until I am confident that it is saying all it can.  For now….

Below is a poem by Sybil’s village friend who lost a son this time last year to drink driving.

 

Here is an excerpt of her entry from her journal and her hopes and wishes for us all.

 

From Sybils space…

I hope that you are all keeping safe and warm.  I am going to include a poem tonight that a lady in the village has written. Her Son was killed last year by a drunk hit and run driver and she has written this poem. It has been used by the Wiltshire Police in their Christmas drive against drinking and driving. It would be good if it was read by as many people as possible so if you can pass it on it would be great.

 

Love One Another.

 

A PRICE TOO HIGH. P Reynolds.

If you’re dreaming of a Christmas that’s full of festive cheer;

Then stop and think a moment of the loved ones all hold dear;

Don’t think that you are fit to drive,that one more drink is fine;

That’s what a lot of others thought last year at Christmas time.

You say ‘It can’t happen, a careful driver me’,

But no matter what you think, my friend, It can, it does, you see.

Then lives are lost and shattered, leaving grief and tears and pain.

Only memories are left,  Life will never be the same.

So stop and think this Christmas, as you taste your festive cheer.

Don’t drink and drive this Christmastide, or even the New Year.

The price is far too high, you see, For those we hold so dear.

I shall place this on my MSN Journal too in the hope that at least one or more folks will take the hopes and wishes of this parent on board.

For now..

God Bless

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Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

Words by Robert L. May (c) 1947
Music by Johnny Marks

You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
(reindeer)
Had a very shiny nose
(like a light bulb)
And if you ever saw it
(saw it)
You would even say it glows
(like a flash light)
All of the other reindeer
(reindeer)
Used to laugh and call him names
(like Pinochio)
They never let poor Rudolph
(Rudolph)
Play in any reindeer games
(like Monopoly)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
(Ho Ho Ho)
Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then all the reindeer loved him
(loved him)
And they shouted out with glee
(yippee)
"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
(reindeer)
You'll go down in history!"
(like Columbus)

I was watching some UTube videos this morning all about Christmas Themes when I came across an oldy of Bing Crosby singing White Christmas.

I thought…why not?  So I am trying to provide a link to anyone who gets to read this little blog. 

 

 

Hope you have a lovely day..what’s left of it.

God Bless!

 

 

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Do You Hear What I Hear?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Christmas is drawing nearer I have decided to pop some Carols here on my Blog.  I don’t know about anyone who happens along and reads this blog but I always get frustrated when I pop on a CD or tape to listen to Christmas Carol’s and then I stop singing along after the first few lines.  Below are the words to one of my favourites. 

Enjoy!

    DO You Hear What I hear?

Said the night wind to the little lamb
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

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My favourite song lyrics.

 

I want to share my favourite song lyrics below..            Sometimes when We Touch …by the late Dan Hill

You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you on what you say or do I’m only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much and I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides Romance and all it’s strategy leaves me battling with my pride But through the insecurity some tenderness survives I’m just another writer, still trapped within my truths A hesitant prize fighter still trapped within my youth And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much and I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides At times I’d like to break you and drag you to your knees At times I’d like to break through and hold you endlessly At times I understand you and I know how hard you’ve tried I’ve watch while love commands you And I’ve watched love pass you by At times I think we’re drifters, still searching for a friend A brother or a sister, but then the passion flares again And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much and I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

Bye for now   xxx

 

 

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