Art James's Open Salon Blog

Title: `Polecat Hollow Road. Kerry Lauerman's House?

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 16:04:41 -0400

Polecat Hollow Road

Pot Hole on my Lane

Old Open Ice Box

Freezer Chest

Red Cap Beer Caps

Lane's gets filled up

Fill Pot Holes With Beer Caps

The First Orange Poppy Blossom

I am just practicing

'cut & paste'

Maybe 'Skype'

Maybe I'll cross the border

I have nothin' to think

say

I may go to Nova Scotia, CA.

HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE

www.tashibooks.com/

Later

Read Children's Books

Photos: Read Tags: No gulp many brew-hops. No Gulp Gin?

Sun, 8 Apr 2012 16:04:59 -0400

LIFE - by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

As late I journeyed o'er the extensive plain

Where native Otter sports his scanty stream,

Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, The

Glorious prospect woke me from the dream.

At every step it widened to my sight - Wood,

Meadow, Verdant Hill, and Dreary Steep,

Following in quick succession of delight -

Till all - at one - did my eyes ravish sweep!

May this (I cried) my course through life

portray!

New scenes of wisdom may each days advance!

Till what time Death shall pour the undarkened

ray,

My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, And

tho' suspended lie in rapture's blissful trance.

No Eat with bedbugs. apology Jacob Freeze and lice~(TEST)

Sun, 8 Apr 2012 12:04:03 -0400

This is an apology post . . .

Maybe I must blame . . .

Wild `Morel Mushrooms.

KYRIE, PATER NOSTER,

COLLECT, BLESSINGS,

and listen to Pond Peeps.

* I meant the three horned-

blogger named Joe Banana*

I enjoy diverse blogger views.

Take no notice of my swarthiness

it is the sun that has burned me.

My mother's sons turned their

anger against me. ~ Wisdom Lit.

( from The `Song of Solomon )

I make many daily mistakes too.

Why did I confuse two bloggers?

Maybe a three-horn head can Be:

Ice Cream Cone editor Kerry L.?

Later

I hope

Thanks

The Old Elm Tree ~Get Intimate with Salon?

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 08:03:03 -0400

Tags . .

The Elm Tree by the River - Wendell Berry - or Read `The Sycamore Tree.

Shrugging in the flight of leaves,

it is dying. Death is slowly

standing up in its trunk and branches

like a camouflaged hunter. In the night

I am wakened by one of its branches

crashing down, heavy as a wall, and then

lie sleepless, the world changed.

That is a life I know the country by.

Mine is a life I know the country by.

Willing to live and die. we stand here,

timely and at home, neighborly as two men.

Our place is changing in us as we stand,

and we hold by the weight that will bring us down.

In us the land enacts its history.

When we stood it was beneath us, and was

the strength by which we held to it

and stood, the daylight over it

a mighty blessing we cannot bear for long.

This morning I pledged to take a walk. No blogging.

Last night . . . I tossed and turned. Sad Memories.

I browsed @ Salon etc.,. Salon's buttons are broke?

I can't access 'letter/comments' to read comments.

Why?

Breaking -

Did I believe I had a clear mind?

It was like water of a river

flowing shallow over ice. And now

that the rising water has broken

the ice, I see that which I thought

was the light is part of the dark.

I read @ blogger Algis Kemezys. The Elephant Tree.

I thought: Great! This can be shared with children.

Then, that mysterious ("square") comment button?

Often, I must shut-off the contraption. I pause/sigh.

The Twenty Third Psalmist Song - (Birds are singing too.)

The God of love my shepherd is,

And (Nature) on whom me feed:

While God/Nature is mine/me

What can I want or need?

Nature/God leads me to tender grass,

Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the stream that gently pass:

In both I have the best.

Or if I stray, Nature doth convert

And bring my mind in frame:

And all this is not for my desert,

But for Nature's holy name sake.

Yea, in death's shady black abode

Well may I walk, not fear:

For Nature's art with me; and thy rod

To guide, thy staff to bear.

Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,

Even in my enemies ' sight:

My head with oil, my cup with wine

Runs over day and night.

Surely thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my days;

And as it shall never remove,

So neither shall my praise.

( Remember. Turn gizmo back on. okay)

Have some pistachio ice cream for lunch.

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