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These two were written by a Dear Friend Lacey
*My SunShine*

My Favorite Shrine

The wide open spaces
Where earth meets the sky
And the music out there
Is the winds lullaby
Far from the city's noise
And all the bright lights
Where tumbleweeds play
And God lights the night
The stars are so close
I feel near to God
The shrine where I'd worship
Is the wind swept sod
The lowing of the cattle and
The hoof beat of herds
Where the voice of the coyote
At night time is heard
Where the Indian paintbrush
Splashed a beautiful red
And the big Bald Eagle
Soars high overhead
Where God paints the sky
In a beautiful purple and gold
When the sun goes west
And the day grows old
There on the sod
Neath a rugged old pine
I find peace and rest
At my favorite shrine
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The sound of my heels
rise up from the ground
Dark night my compainion
the echo's resound

Thoughts far away
homewards and free
failing to notice
the light above me

A flash, a disruption
A cascade of confusion
blinding white pain
then the violent concussion

I wake numb and cold
after time unplaced
I lie in mute terror
unable to protest

Helpless, restrained
The dark filled with fear
dull metal chatter
reaches my ear

The Torture begins
with slender white steel
which pierces my skin
Ignoring appeals

For mercy, Release
rentless they probe me
violating my body
leaving me dirty and sobbing,
I wake a black time later
Naked and battered
in filthy water

I crawl to my door
cry till I sleep
but wake from the nightmares
the pain is to deep

I tell none of this
my night terror
the pain is forever

 
My dreams are filled with images
		
               of two who take a chance

My dreams are filled with images
		
               of a soft and gentle dance

My dreams are filled with images
		
               of joys and bright delights

My dreams are filled with images 
       	  
               of you and me and nights

My dreams are filled with images
		
               of a lifelong shared romance

Shared with you forever,
		
               because we took a chance.

A LITTLE MIXED UP
Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful,
And more mixed up in my head.

For some times I can't remember.
When I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something
Or I just came down from there

And before the frig so often.
My poor mind is filled with doubt.
Have I just put food away or
Have I come to take something out.

There's times when its dark out,
with my night cap on my head,
I dont know if I'm retiring,
Or just getting out of bed.

So, if its my turn to write you
There is no need in getting sore,
I may think that I have written,
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do Love you,
And wish that you were here
But now its nearly mail time
So I must say "Goodbye Dear Friend."

P.S. There I stood beside the mailbox
And my face was very red. Instead of
mailing you my letter I had opened it instead.

THE COLD OF THE NIGHT
The cold that comes in the night
While the moon is shining bright,
Like a lighted candle shinning through the night.
When you are with the one you love
And things are just right
With the warmth of the sun
While the moon is shinning bright.

GOOD MORNING

You give me rainbows, you give me flowers,
You give me flowers and you share all the rest
You give me tenderness and you share all the rest.

ROUTINE
Working through our daily routine
There is a joy in more than one thing;
To make our work seem not so bad
We think about the joy and not the bad.

LAST MINUTE GIFTS....

that money can't buy.

Keep a Promise.
Keep a Secret.
Share a Dream.
Send her Favorite Flower.
Let someone have the last word.
Return a Smile.
Laugh at His favorite story-again.
Let someone in line, in front of you.
Listen to a child.
Listen to an adult.
Say something to someone you like.
Say something nice to someone you don't like.

How rare and wonderful is that
flash of a moment when we Realize
we have discovered a friend.

Keep high asperations
Moderate Expectations
and small needs.

The nice part about being a pessimist
is that you are constantly being either
proven right or pleasantly surprised.

Country music is three chords and the truth.

Character consists of what you do
On the third and Fourth tries.

My Friend
My Friend I hate to do it
But our friendship just can't last
The times we shared together
Have faded to the past
I told you it would happen
Our friendship was bound to end
Although I know you care
I don't consider you a friend
Please don't try to argue
But try to understand
That time can change two people
As the tide changes the sand
Our Friendship has been lovely
But you see, it has to end
For I look at you in a different way
I love you now
My Friend!

What lies behind us and
What lies before us are
small matters compared to
What lies within us.

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