I went to a nice Independence Day party, new friends, good eats and a lovely home on a lake. The lot jutted way out so no houses were around it to block the lovely view.
I sat on the dock a bit and chatted with some new friends. I got the phone number of a gal who loves to dance and goes with a group of gals every Friday night. Oh yay! I got to play with a Papillion/King Charles Spaniel puppy, very soft. More yay!
When it got dark we all pulled our chairs down to the end of the lot to watch the fireworks from many of the lake homes and over Hawks Stadium. The reflection on the water made every firework look like long sparkling feathers. The music changed from modern to older music to accomdate the color show and the loveliest old song came on.
When I was very small, perhaps 3 or 4, my father used to dance with me in his arms, he really loved to dance, he loved to sing and he'd sing along. I had a wonderful day and a bit of a happy childhood memory.
Today I was happy as a child again and I was glad to hear one of those songs.
Such incredible music, so few lyrics, so much said.
La vie en rose
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And tho I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak...angels sing from above
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
Oh, and you romantics out there, don't start on me with that romance junk. Okay? Just enjoy the gorgeous song!
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Satchmo IS the best, and I use his sone. "What a Wonderful World" in all my classes to promote tolerance.
What a voice!!!
-R-
Loved the description of you hugged into your father's arms.
Hold tight to the good times.
is what makes them seem so whole.
So peaceful and trusting as they reach out.
Full of life and rarely a doubt.
Skipping along while holding your hand,
Knowing that you will take their stand.
Loving you entirely for who you are,
Seeing the beauty of your soul with no scar.
As we grow older and more serious in age,
We become fearful and oft full of rage.
We begin to lose things that once made us feel loved.
Somewhere in our souls are things that are shoved....
that we try to forget and leave sitting inside.
We forget how to live and just go with the ride.
If only we could look through our eyes as a child,
into the soul that we once possessed undefiled.
To enjoy the wind and the moon and the stars,
with a soul which has not gained any scars.
To see the beauty in all that we touch.
To see through the eyes of a child would mean so much.
God grant us the gift to look back as a child,
To trust and to love with a soul undefiled.
Looking once more through the eyes of a child!
© Brenda Race 2000"
Sounds like a lovely day bleue
zanelle, I used to love the feeling when he'd twirl me around. When I hear the songs he used to sing I always feel happy.
rita, I was a little nervous about going but everyone was so friendly and down to earth, even the teens and were terrific. I'm excited to have a gal to go dancing with.
scanner, I hadn't heard it in forever either. They played some other big band songs and also Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass. Great music for fireworks.
Mission, I like happy people and places. Life in the sunshine and simple joys.
Sheila, it was lovely and the music was icing on the cake.
trig, that's gorgeous! I have tears in my eyes now, it was so wonderful to be myself. The people were so open and child-like, there was an absence of pretense. You know me, I was in heaven. I remarked on it and there were a few conversations about being like children. Were you reading my mind?
Ha... not really. You said "Today I was happy as a child again."
I found the poem on a G search. I believe Jesus also said
we should see as through the eyes of a child, or something
near that.. too. Makes me happy to see you happy.
Glad to see you had a happy 4th.
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
trig, it was easy to be happy, everyone was so laid back. The host walked me out to get my sweater from the car and showed me where some quail were nesting, he got really excited when he explained how he rescued one of the chicks for the mama quail. Huge gorgeous home, when I went to thank the hostess she said they were lucky to have it and a home like that should be shared. I really did get tears in my eyes, I'm saving the poem. Thank you.
Linda, it was like Freedom day for me, the song at the end was a gift.
patricia, the happy memory from childhood was like icing on the cake.
My favorite song containing the word rose is 'every rose has its thorn':
We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Chorus:
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to her favourite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could let you know somehow
I guess
Chorus
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar will remain
Solo
I know I could saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
and now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess
Chorus
Jack, thank you. It was wonderful to have somewhere to go on a holiday, and it was so happy. It was strange because everyone kept hugging me but no one screamed at anyone else so it was nice. They were all making each other feel good, I was able to completely relax. I understand, if I had to choose unpleasantness or solitude I'd stay alone again. I hope you find some joyful people to be around.
Matt, no romance, just an incredibly pretty day with fun, fireworks and a wonderful old song. Sorry you had bad weather, I'm grateful for what we've had here.
Jack, tee hee hee... I wonder how much damage I've done with comments I leave behind without thinking?
trig, shhh... I'm boring. Next weekend I'm helping with Chrome at the Home. It's a biker rally to raise money for the veterans home where I'll be volunteering. I'm tossing my helmet (hair protector) in the trunk in case I get offered a ride.
Trilogy, I feel like I hit the lottery lately, from famine to feast.
Sounds like a delightful 4th for you
with memories of dancing with your father
I listen to Edith Piaf sing that song whenever I am in a Blue Hour
rated with love
♥R