Same with my Mutt Shannon. And squirrels. I’ve studied this, over years, and can’t figure it out. She just. cannot. leave. them. alone. I’ll be sitting on the porch with her and she’s crashed out. Then, with a gnashing of toenails on the floor and the frantic splaying of limbs as she gets up at lightspeed, then whoosh, barreling down the deck at full speed and over the rail at the end and a dead gallop across the yard. Just to stand there at the tree staring up and wandering around it’s base, still staring up, and that silly squirrel way up there chattering and it’s tail going 90 mph. “Curses, foiled again”, says Shannon. Then she becomes aware I am standing over here staring at her and she comes sauntering back and stands at the gate wanting me to let her back on the porch. 10 mins later I’m reading my book and Shannon’s sleeping at my feets. Waiting for the next squirrel…..
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Gerard Van der Leun
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Same with my Mutt Shannon. And squirrels. I’ve studied this, over years, and can’t figure it out. She just. cannot. leave. them. alone. I’ll be sitting on the porch with her and she’s crashed out. Then, with a gnashing of toenails on the floor and the frantic splaying of limbs as she gets up at lightspeed, then whoosh, barreling down the deck at full speed and over the rail at the end and a dead gallop across the yard. Just to stand there at the tree staring up and wandering around it’s base, still staring up, and that silly squirrel way up there chattering and it’s tail going 90 mph. “Curses, foiled again”, says Shannon. Then she becomes aware I am standing over here staring at her and she comes sauntering back and stands at the gate wanting me to let her back on the porch. 10 mins later I’m reading my book and Shannon’s sleeping at my feets. Waiting for the next squirrel…..
Kevin,,,,,,, not now!
I’m always amused by the ins sales with the emu. Clever!
Within a month she will be on TV selling insurance.
That emu reminded me of one of my ex-wives. I can’t remember which one.
The one with the feathers?
I’m thinking that ghost’s Shannon just might be a Democrat– as in Look! A squirrel!