~Love is the only thing that can be divided without being diminished~

Blending

Like colors on a painters palette,

One's life begins anew,

One brush stroke on a chosen canvas,

Begins a point of view.

And as the paint is added

The colors start to blend,

Like people meeting people,

Each one becomes a friend

Christie Crawford

June 18, 2001

An Artist's Tools

An artist's pencil

Creates such wonder.

It flows out beautiful poems

Like a wind in the breeze,

Draws those wonderful places

of imaginative fantasies

Animation it creates

That makes you smile all over,

Those messed up pictures

that light up your day.

An artist's brush

Paints such love,

Streaks colorful images

In a form of a rainbow

Watercolored world

Of oceans and creatures,

Flows spritz colors

To created tropical love,

Paints oily fun

That surrounds all over.

By Lina

REFLECTIONS WHILE FISHING

Old Sol's face reflects from a pool,
dimpled by rising fish feeding.
My line I cast forward
in hope of a strike, a tug and a pull.
If they never should come
'tis a just reward.
For I live a life that is a gift
while others endure this world in ignorance
of pleasures, simple but, immense.
On the morrow I return
to that other world of paper, rush and noise.
But now I celebrate living for its own sake.
I live ever now.

Pappy
Have a bless-ed day.
Craig and Diane Brandt
cdbrandt@htg.net

Cajun's Easter Balloons

Happy greetings soar from my very hands

As in the heavens this missive floats

My thoughts but follow the distant breeze

As I turn back to my home

Will my wish float to far off lands

And fall upon the heart of someone sad

Or will this balloon of mine but skip the trees

And bring a smile to a neighbor near

I have but this wish on Easter's morn

Let me share it with some one but afar

May they feel my joy of this spring day

And my thoughts of God’s first born.

Dave

EASTER - APRIL 2004

~Together Again~

How long has it been since you, I've no seen.

We were blind to the truth, but the fading of youth

Brings an inner cognition that we all have a mission

To love the world.

We were never apart, even though it was hard.

We misunderstood, and we thought it was good

To seek separate ways in these mystical days

And love the world.

A deeply shared pleasure is a wonderful measure

Of a love that is true, that is me, that is you.

And all swirl and dances in this world full of chances,

When we love the world.

The voices are shrill, condemning our will,

But what can they say, these people of clay

Who's ears cannot hear, who's hearts shrinks in fear

Of loving the world.

We're together again come sun, or come rain,

For the balance is sure, the harmony pure.

No pleasure without sadness, no sorrow without gladness,

In loving the world.

Peter Herring

August 25th, 2001