I would go everywhere with you
Into pictures, into landscapes
Never seen before
We would turn daydreams
And fantasies into a world
And travel all of them
I would stare up at the bluest of skies
And we could ride the clouds
We could walk the rainbows in the sky
And see the world below
I would carry you in my arms
To a place where cherry blossom trees
Border the long, winding path
Their petals soft like satin snowflakes fly
From the blossoms on the tree
All the way down to the ground below
So today, dear Lady Jane
Our imaginary adventures starts here
Okay, so where's my magical map?

*~Marian~

Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!

No fable old, nor mythic lore,
Nor dream of bards and seers,
No dead fact stranded on the shore
Of the oblivious years;---

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame,
The last low whispers of our dead
Are hallowed with His Name.

O Lord and Master of us all!
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.

John Greenleaf Whittier*   **1807-1892

(A List Of Apologies To My Parents)
I am sorry for throwing up in the sink today
I am sorry that I find it hard to talk
I am sorry for the chills that penetrate my body off and on
I am sorry for whimpering and rasping my complaints
I am sorry that I sniffle every minute
Or blow my nose with ****** tissues rapidly
I am so sorry for feeling hot and cold both
I am sorry that you can sense my misery
I am so sorry that I find it difficult to eat or drink
Due to a sore throat and even nausea at times
I am sorry for feeling ready to give up any second
I am so sorry for everything
That I have done wrong during
My miserable bout of influenza

*~Marian~

When on my bed the moonlight falls,
         I know that in thy place of rest
         By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls:


Thy marble bright in dark appears,
         As slowly steals a silver flame
         Along the letters of thy name,
And o'er the number of thy years.


The mystic glory swims away;
         From off my bed the moonlight dies;
         And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:


And then I know the mist is drawn
         A lucid veil from coast to coast,
         And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.


Alfred Lord Tennyson  **1809-1892

How do you spell it?
I needed an extra r.
Thanks for helping me!

**~Marian~

Tall Trees Reach Up
To Touch The Sapphire Sky
Red Dirt Paths Accent Nicely
With Green Grass And Nodding Ferns
All's Tranquil And Peaceful
In The Beautiful Forest
Sun Rays Slant Their Rich, Warm, Honeyed Light
Across The Dirt Paths
Winding Here And There
Spring Beauties Grow Beside The Path
Washed With Rain Their Blue Petals
Sweetly Scented Japanese Irises
Unfurl Their Blooms Towards The Sky
In The Forest Everything Is Quiet And Calm
It Heals Your Wounds And Brings Peace To Your Soul
Further On As We Walk Mist Fills The Air
All Around Inside The Forest
And All Around The Rich Red Path
A Hushed Spot Of Lavender
Grows Quietly Almost Without Being Seen
Periwinkles Refreshed With Dew Awakes
To The Bright Blue Sky And Twirling Mist
And Everything Is Beautiful And Green
We Walk Hand And Hand Unseen
Amidst The Pines And Dazzling Furs
We Smile And Our Eyes Dance
For We Are The Fairies
Who Will Forever Live
In The Forest

*~Marian~

I remember that I was not born yet
Never got to see that heavenly day
My beautiful mom clad in lace gown
Handsome dad in suit of black
Hands clasped together
Both wearing a ring on their left hand
How I wish I would have been there
To be your flower girl and bridesmaid
Adorned in surreal satin white
And later on someday I shall remember
Sitting here typing this poem
Wishing I could have been there
To see the spark of love on that great day
When everlasting vows were made
Between that happy loving pair
And little did they know that they would
Have to welcome another novelty
A little baby girl named Marian

*~Marian~

It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heav'n's all gracious King:" The
world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.

Still thro' the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing: And
ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O
rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.

For lo, the days are hast'ning on, By prophet bards foretold,
When the ever circling years Comes round the age of gold,
When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And
the world would give back the song Which now the angels sing. AMEN.

Edmund H. Sears

You are like honey,
Sweet, pure, innocent, and dear,
I love you, sweetheart!

*~Marian~

Knowest thou the time when
the wild goats of the rock bring
forth? or canst thou mark when the
hinds do calve?
2 Canst thou number the months
that they fulfill? or knowest thou the
time when they bring forth?
3 They bow themselves, they
bring forth their young ones, they cast
out their sorrows.
4 Their young ones are in good
liking, they grow up with corn; they
go forth, and return not unto them.
5 Who hath sent out the wild ***
free? or who hath loosed the bands
of the wild ***?
6 Whose house I have made the
wilderness, and the barren land his
dwellings.
7 He scorneth the multitude of the
city, neither regardeth he the crying
of the driver.
8 The range of the mountains is
his pasture, and he searchest after
every green thing.
9 Will the unicorn be willing to
serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
10 Canst thou bind the unicorn
with his band in the furrow? or will
he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Wilt thou trust him, because his
strength is great? or wilt thou leave
thy labour to him?
12 Wilt thou believe him, that he
will bring home thy seed, and gather
it into thy barn?
13 Gavest thou the goodly wings
unto the peacocks? or wings and
feathers unto the ostrich?
14 Which leaveth jer eggs in the
earth. and warmest them in dust,
15 And forgetteth that the foot
may crush them, or that the wild beast
may break them.
16 She is hardened against her
young ones, as though they were not
her's: her labour is in vain without
fear;
17 Because God hath deprived her
of wisdom, neither hath he imparted
to her understanding.
18 What time she lifteth up herself
on high, she scorneth the horse and
his rider.
19 Hast thou given the horse
strength? hast thou clothed his neck
with thunder?
20 Canst thou make him afraid as
a grasshopper? the glory of his
nostrils is terrible.
21 He paweth in the valley, and
rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on
to meet the armed men.
22 He mocketh at fear, and is not
affrighted; neither turneth he back
from the sword.
23 The quiver rattleth against him,
the glittering spear and the shield.
24 He swalloeth the ground with
fierceness and rage: neither believeth
he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
25 He saith among the trumpets,
Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar
off, the thunder of the captains, and
the shouting.
26 Doth the hawk fly by thy
wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the
south?
27 Doth the eagle mount up at thy
command, and make her nest on
high?
28 She dwelleth and abideth on
the rock, upon the crag of the rock,
and the strong place.
29 From thence she seeketh the
prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
30 Her young ones also **** up
blood: and where the slain are, there
is she.

I feel it in my heart,
Making me very happy,
I wish you the same!!

*~Marian~

Lamp making shadows,
Light bulb of beautiful white,
Too bright to look at!

**~Marian~

The flowers cringe inside their petals
At each clap of thunder
The trees tremble while lightning flashes
The sky turns an angry black
Raindrops roar upon the roof
Grass and weeds shake their weary heads
Blowing rain drenches the dry, hard summer earth
"The time has come" the roses whisper
And cover their faces with their satin petals
The heavens above mock their shyness
The lightning takes pleasure with their fears
And continues to flash followed by rumbling thunder

*~Marian~

He he he he he
He he he he he he he
He he he he he!

*~Marian~