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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter
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July 30, 2007
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Today’s Stories
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Rainbow Bridge Gang, Missy
Tinker and Poo.
tinkerpoo2000@yahoo.com
We were all setting about, some were napping a bit after breakfast this
morning. You know it is hard to break old habits. A nap now and then, before
and after a meal is a good idea. You know some of us get up early so we can be
first in chow line, others sleep in a bit late.
The one gang of Rowdy, black Missy and Gracie seemed to have a feeling. We
all noticed they were watching the lane real close. A few minutes after 6 AM, your time, they really were looking hard,
kind of quite like. Then, up the lane came at a good trot a beautiful Golden.
The gang went wild, and rushed to meet her. Now we have two Missys in one gang.
The Angels got the cook stove going and womped up a breakfast for the new
comer. Well, of course we all went over to visit, and maybe have a second
helping ourselves. That Fancy from the Ma Baker clan is still grabbing food
like there is no tomorrow.
Well, any ways we found out the news from your place; at least some of it. We
know there will be much to talk about.
Missy told about her last few days there with her people. Said they really
pulled out all the stops, and did every thing that could be done, and she did
get better for
a while, but it just wasn't to be.
Marie, Harry, and Daisy, we know will miss this beautiful Golden named Missy.
She will have her family, or part of her family here to run and play with till
the rest gets here. Remember we all are just this side of the thin curtain.
Don't be surprised if Missy and the rest don't come back for a short inspection
to see how things are going.
Don't cry too many tears at my grave, remember I am not dead, but here,
waiting, and watching the lane. I, and the rest, will run through your mind and
heart every once in a while. Missy said be sure and tell her family that is
still there, these last few lines.
It may be a while before that gang quiets down. Sure makes it hard to get a
nap. They're almost as bad as the Ma Baker gang, and them yappers never shut
up, and fusses to get front row seats at the movies.
Wonder what is the movie for tonight? Oh
yea, Missy comes home.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5
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Poetry Corner
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"I Will Remember," by Santo and Johnny
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Only Nineteen
by Gary Jacobson © June 2007
I was
only nineteen
Only
nineteen
Not
old enough to buy a drink
But
old enough to die in abbreviated life succinct
Sent
to war by old men who sit and sigh
Pointing
at war-maps where fallen in battle I lie
Life
gouged out of me mid fetid green marzipan
Just a
pawn in the plan for Vietnam
My
last days discordantly sung
Severed
frail existence from me woefully wrung.
I was
only nineteen... Only nineteen
Fallen
dead, with so much future to live for
God
willing, I could touch thousands as an educator
Each
student of mine, influencing thousands more
Who'd
each influence many thousands more...
God
willing, I could entertain millions as an actor
God
willing, I could bring truth in justice as an advocator
I
could be a concert pianist, an ambassador, a peacemaker.
I was
only nineteen...
Only
nineteen
God
willing, I could have brought tears as a great tenor
I
could have revolutionized America as a
great inventor
God
willing, I could of great books be the author
God
willing,, I could be this countries greatest leader...
God
willing, this fledgling warrior fallen forlorn on vacuous sod
Might
have been a humble man of God...
If I had
lived, I might've fostered a great family
Nurturing
buds in burgeoning heritage of posterity
Children,
and grandchildren galore gathering around my knee
Each
child with a blossoming future of his own, you see
But it
was not to be, my dream ... this great legacy
For by
the warrior’s sword, in the mud and the blood it died
Without
great fanfare, only my mother cried
For I
was only nineteen... Only nineteen.
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Some
Mother’s Son
by Gary Jacobson © May 2007
Some Mother’s son I never knew
Lies
fallen dead on foreign shores
Shorn
of worldly essence in shadowy violence hue
So
forever to god’s of war his mother implores...
Some
Mother’s son lies 'neath cold, cold ground
Planted
ignominiously by insidious foe
Worlds
away some mother cries a sad and mournful sound
Fearing
beguiling devil’s her son too soon will know.
Memories
of some Mother’s son fade quickly to dust
To
“the world” his remembrance now just a blur
His
memory lost in battled mist of terror and fuss
But
always held fast in the mourning heart of her...
Some
Mother’s son went to fight for duty just
He
never made protest or stir...
For to
do his duty he must
To do
less would seem an ungrateful cur...
Some
mother’s son war spirit’s tore
Gone
marching into the maw of vile death's combat chore
Praying
mightily to The Master earth and skies adore
To
lessen the sting of enemy slings and arrows sore.
For
some mother’s sons saw the very worst of war
Felt
fear to the bone ... faith not always enough
Leaving
but a shell of a man for “the world” to abhor.
For
trust in God cruel war does rebuff.
Some
mother’s sons have looked death in the eyes
Heard
that evil temptresses cackling cajole
Barely
escaping the demon's gory maw, he rises
Yet
feels hoary breath caressing his warrior soul.
Some
mother’s sons feel the devil’s pain
Feel
evil fingers encircling their warrior’s heart
Forevermore
on darkening shadowed souls to rain
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Readers Feedback
A Fatherless Child: Wonderful story Carol... So sorry you had to endure
such pain at nine years old. God Bless you and I love you too!
Barbara
Carol. I too, know the feeling of rejection. YOu can never
recover what someone takes away from you in your heart.
My heart feels for you my friend.
Love
Jene
Carol - These two stories about your Father
and your Ma were very powerful my friend. So often it takes incredible
strength to overcome not being loved as a child. Many never do.
Both you and your Ma did though. I think she must be smiling down on you
right now. wishing you every joy, Joe
Carol,
Thanks for including my article in today's storytime. It is
always a joy to be on here.
I agree with Bill's article too. I have owned purebreed dogs, mixed breed
dogs, and a lot
of mutts in my life. They all give you the same love and
appreciation. Wishing you every
joy, Joe
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