Sunday was beyond "odd" for me.....but the poem and picture (which I love) were greatly appreciated. Thanks to all three of you! :)
Is this a "raw" picture? It looks like someone spent a LONG time in photoshop to get something that looks like this!You guys get this kind of sunset "naturally" then maybe I need to think about relocating!Happy (belated) Shabot!RPS
Well, come on out... because the photo was not retouched! (The only thing my son did was to "crop" the canvas to get our basketball hoop out of the frame!) Yeah, it was an amazing sunset--happened a couple of weeks ago.
I agree ... with all of the above ... great picture, great poem, and great idea you moving out this way Rodger! My sabbath was spent unpacking ... so didn't feel like Sunday ... next Sunday I'll experience the weirdness of no Portal.
WHAT WE CALL ITSome face their death in wars abroad,I face mine here at home--It is imaginary, towardWhich every thought must come.Yet in another, further sense,It has been left behind,As like a screed in somnolenceClosed off behind a blind.My duty I must here perform:It would be derelictionTo go into the war-zone´s harm,Per heaven´s interdiction.And yet, events of far awayBreed in me endless sorrow,That I may not, as festive, gay,Play like there´s no tomorrow.Tomorrow has been stretched uponIts frame as any canvas,But not for painting--as though done,And we, its merest envoysPass through the vacuous galleryWhile footsteps clack and echo,Drawing a meager salaryAnd calling it art deco.
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