Wild Irish Rose

Let me tell you a tale of old
a-fore when I
Was a rambling and a roaming then
Upon the heather way,
I was a searching for my one true love
To charm for ever and a day.

Where could I but find her
Those illusive flowing locks of raven hair,
A soft rosey cheek complexion
Of a tender skin so fair
For the brave to be a having.. but ne're do or dare.

But, I dreamt of her so
For I thought she would bear me up above
On angels wings
To a land of sadness never seen.
Well.. one evening I thought I had but spied her
A running wildly through the glen,
Her eyes all alight as diamonds
Her garment a-blowing in the wind
Then, the mist but up and shrouded her, afar,
fleeing from me then.

As the moonlight painted shadows
flickered 'neath the sighing tree
Eerie in luminous floating mist,
I struggled through the grasping bracken
Fearing of rocks below all dark and hallowed
Her footstep not to miss.

The fog did but lift as the clouds scudded by the moon
I saw the face of an angel glowing
tipped up toward the sky to croon
Not a moment too soon,
I discovered perfection delight
Casting a most wondrous silhouette
I gazed transfixed in that light,
Never had I been a feared
In the still of that vivid night.

My breath I now held and was about to cry out,
When the mist blew there across my sight
And I stumbled sharp and fell.
The moon smiled at my folly, as it sailed on it's way
For ne'er then could I find her once more
For be-sure, she vanished without trace
And I am but left,
with my story to tell
Of the sweetest touch of amazing grace.

 

 

Some people never seem motivated to participate, but are just content to watch while others do the work.
They are called "Speck Taters".
Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted at finding fault with the way others do the work.
They are called "Comment Taters".

Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do, but don't want to soil their own hands.
They are called "Dick Taters".

Some people are always looking to cause problems by asking others to agree with them. It is too hot or too cold, too sour or too sweet.
They are called "Agie Taters".

There are those who say they will help, but somehow just never get around to actually doing the promised help.
They are called "Hezzie Taters".

Some people can put up a front and pretend to be someone they are not.
They are called "Emma Taters".

Then there are those who love others and do what they say they will. They are always prepared to stop whatever they are doing and lend a helping hand. They bring real sunshine into the lives of others.
They are called "Sweet Taters".

they can say what they want to about Myspace but I will take Blogstream hands down over it any time...lol....you all seem nearer and dearer after my night over there...but it is such that doesn't pull me to it other than an easy way to keep up with my kids...younger people over there I'm thinkin'...anyway it is good to be home

..I'm thinkin that will be something in it's own right...but not like this...this is like my comfort zone...it's here I come to when I am weary and life is bein' life...here I come when I'm sad and blue and here I come when I'm happy...this feels like home to me and it is ...cause here I can lay down the buden and be as light as air...no mirror to mock me...just you my friends....the comfort of my soul...

 

this is my daughter Jenny and my baby boy..John...he is going to set me up a myspace thing tonight so I can keep up with them over there...time has gotten away from me kiddo's...

 

think he might be a tad full of shit?

 

I believe this is one of the first songs I remember my Momma singing...although she sang all the time...but this was a favorite and so it is one of mine..I had a bad night here at home last night and it didn't get much better this morning...it rained and was cold so we took the kids to the capitol and went through it...I love the Missouri capitol...we walked our dogs off...just got here and was reading the headline news...Alanta had a bad night of it...I hope Biggie T and all the rest of our Georgia people are safe and sound....you all have a good night...may be back later... Cracker