Wednesday
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Wednesday, October 5, 2016 at 11:44AM
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R o u n d e d O u t
Jackson Street
Knoxville, Tennessee
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The Seine flows out of the mist
And into the mist again;
The trees lean over the water,
The small leaves fall like rain.
The leaves fall patiently,
Nothing remembers or grieves;
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of the leaves.
Milky and cold is the air,
The leaves float with the stream,
The river comes out of a sleep
And goes away in a dream.
= Sara Teasdale =
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In loving memory of
March 20, 1958 - October 5, 2011
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Happy Wednesday
Tuesday
Oct042016
Where sang the larks
Tuesday, October 4, 2016 at 11:44AM
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R e a c h
Early October Sky
Columbia, South Carolina
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I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
and played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,
And then I found Davis.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost ere I had reached the age of sixty.
I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,
I made the garden, and for holiday
Rambled over the fields where sang the larks,
And by Spoon River gathering many a shell,
And many a flower and medicinal weed --
Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.
At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all,
And passed to a sweet repose.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?
Degenerate sons and daughters,
Life is too strong for you --
It takes life to love Life.
Lucinda Matlock :: from Spoon River Anthology
= Edgar Lee Masters =
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Happy Tuesday
Monday
Oct032016
If it be wild
Monday, October 3, 2016 at 11:44AM
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Y o u ' r e F i r e d
Old Gray Cemetery
Knoxville, Tennessee
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O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
= Robert Frost =
Happy Friday
Saturday
Oct012016
Hurries a timid leaf
Saturday, October 1, 2016 at 11:44AM
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G r o u n d e d
Old Gray Cemetery
Knoxville, Tennessee
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These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old -- old sophistries of June --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee --
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear --
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake --
Thy consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
= Emily Dickinson =
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Happy Saturday ~ Happy October