I think that I shall never see...

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer

My most favorite tree in my yard. It's not quite as full as

it will be, but it's still beautiful.

Christmas e-mails

I have a list of people I know,

all in my e-mail address book,

And now, at Christmas time

I have gone to take a look.

And that is when I realize these names...

they are a part,

Not of the PC they're stored in,

but taken from my heart.

For each name stands for someone

who has crossed my path sometime,

And in that meeting they've become

the rhythm in each rhyme.

And while it sounds fantastic

for me to make this claim,

I feel that I'm composed

of each remembered name.

And while you may not be aware

of any special link,

Just meeting you has changed my life,

a lot more than you think!

For once I have met somebody,

the years cannot erase,

The memory of a pleasant word

of an E-mail or a friendly face.

So never think my Christmas E-mails

are just a mere routine,

Of names upon an address list,

forgotten in between.

For when I do a Christmas E-mail that is

addressed to you,

It's because you're on the list

of people I'm indebted to.

And whether I have known you

for many years or few,

In some way you have been a part

of shaping things I do.

And now that Christmas has come,

I realize anew,

The best gift life can offer

is meeting people like you

~Author Unknown~

Peace and Love ~ Rosanne

A Thought

It's been a bit of a strange week all the way around.
I've come to the conclusion though, that my little
worries are nothing compared to the challenges
that some people have to go through. I swear I'm
gonna remember this whenever I start to complain
or feel sorry for myself. A good friend of mine sent
this to me today as a gentle reminder. Thanks Nancy!

THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR:

I'M THANKFUL THAT I HAVE ONE LEG,

TO LIMP IS NO DISGRACE.

ALTHOUGH I CAN'T BE NUMBER ONE,

I STILL CAN RUN THE RACE.

IT'S NOT THE THINGS YOU CANNOT DO,

THAT MAKES YOU WHAT YOU ARE.

IT'S DOING GOOD WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT

THAT LIGHTS THE "MORNING STAR".

by JOHNNY HART