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Remembering Etta James, A Podcast.

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There is a land where honey flows

Where laughing corn luxuriant grows

Caroline Carleton

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
                                              
And the ink stains that have dried on some line
                       
That keeps you in the back-roads
                                                          
By the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever gentle on my mind

Gentle On My Mind
Recorded by Glen Campbell written by John Hartford

Two Years On

I want to write a poem about gardening,watering the veggie patch & how it reduces things down to a manageablesize. To write a poem about putting onanother load of washing, takingthe rubbish out, catching the bus home.I want to cut a word here & there:trimming flowers before arrangingthem in a vase. To write a poemabout yoga: feeling vulnerable, inflexible,briefly graceful. A poem that tells youto be gentle, that there is time.

© Elizabeth Allen

http://overland.org.au/previous-issues/issue-204/poem-elizabeth-allen/

DECEMBER 25 2011 : Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we are here for something else besides ourselves. Eric Sevareid. « the GEM COLLECTION 2011.

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(Quote by – Stanislaw Lec)

 

O who will walk a mile with me

Along life’s merry way?

A comrade blithe and full of glee.

Who dares to laugh out loud and free,

And let his frolic fancy play.

Like a happy child, through the

flowers gay

That fill the field and fringe the

way

Where he walk a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me

Along life’s weary way?

A friend whose heart has eyes to see

The stars shine out o’er the darkening

sea,

And the quiet rest at the end o’ the

day;

A friend who knows, and dares to

say

The brave, sweet words that cheer

the way

Where he walks a mile with me

With such a comrade, such a friend,

I fain would walk till journey’s end,

Through summer shine, winter rain,

And then?

Farewell, we shall meet

again!

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article41745952

Poem. (1936, May 20). Cairns Post

http://maekitso.wordpress.com/2011/07/15/australian-poetry-under-labor/

In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop
of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people
flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop,
and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace
and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north
with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This
knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.

http://www.sapphyr.net/natam/quotes-nativeamerican.htm

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Japanese_proverbs

THE STORM

The waves were breaking on the

rocks,

The wind was howling near,

And all the ships were safe at

dock,

Or tied up to the pier.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article23227505

Flies will swarm before a storm.