To look at a duck, there are some things you will see. They have webbed feet, and a bill for a beak. The boys are colorful – the girls are drab, They fly to the south when the weather turns bad. There’s birds who feed on the shallow ponds. We call them dabbling ducks. Their heads go down and their tails go up, Eating roots and bugs in the marshy muck. There’s never any water on a ducks back. There’s the kind of birds we call diving ducks, They dive for fish to eat. They swim underwater with their wings and feet, Then pop up with a fishy treat.

Foster Brown

The Snow Fall

Watching the snowfall from the window sill with a cup of coffee grounded in the mill,

untouched unscathed innocent pure the soft fluffy allure,

falling with serene sound I hear each flake land around,

randomly once in a while they dampen my heart's tile,

how easily they lose their individuality to form an infinite white and milky blanket,

the storm is over or so it seems unforgiving winds have left mighty reams,

the sun shall soon shine and the days will again be mine.

By Asim Burman

Rob Say's......

My bifocals allow me to see close, and at a distance. What I don’t see so clearly, is due to resistance.

Life is not always pretty, and seldom is fair. Removing my glasses, makes life easier to bear.

The path that leads to happiness is so narrow that two cannot walk on it unless they have become one.

Blessings On Your Anniversary

He Fell Asleep in Death Today

January 7 th 2010


IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS SHE WAS WIDOWED ALL TOO SOON


The loss of a marriage partner is a kind of trauma, especially if both led a very active life together. It can mean the end of a whole life-style that they shared, of travel, work, entertainment, and interdependence. He was her best friend.

(2 Corinthians 1:3) . . .Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of tender mercies and the God of all comfort. . .

By Heather Grace Stewart: Author, Poet, Photographer

Five Thousand Friends

Just six clicks away from five thousand “friends.”

No clue what today is, or what’s on CNN.

I should really get dressed, Or at least shave my pits

But with all these new friends, I can’t stop the clicks.

Glued to the screen like some kind of affliction.

Welcome to Facebook:

the world’s latest addiction.

Once I'm in My Bubble Bath

Once I'm in my bubble bath

I like to stir up more.

Half the suds go in my eyes

And half go on the floor.

The fun is in the bubbles 'cause

They giggle on my skin,

And when I stick them on my face

They dangle from my chin.

And when I splash them hard enough

They pop and disappear,

And then my bath time's over 'cause

I've made the water clear.