A Blending of Traditions (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In coming together to celebrate her life a blending of traditions colors of our faith a tapestry of believing in ...
In coming together to celebrate her life a blending of traditions colors of our faith a tapestry of believing in ...
A small decal in the rear window the van passing us on the right An image, a stencil stylized of ...
Fidgety, that is probably the best way to describe us a ragtag gathering by the van loading a week's supplies, ...
The trailer heading north ten canoes ready for another adventure. plates on the van from out of state hearing away ...
Hanging on for dear life, even at thirty, she must have regretted her choice to perch on the edge of ...
Her four-year old voice a lint of curiosity her part in the game "Where are we going?" she inquired. Usually ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise Would scan ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
YE gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart ...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme disgust. Van, whores ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories