Your Coffee And Your Good Friend
Month: February 2022
Spring Will Be Soon
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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My Toys When I Was Six
Open The Window
Open windows, clear out winters graying dust,
Let in Spring, green fresh air is a must.
Breezes blowing the curtains to a happy sound,
White picket fences stroll along the ground.
Shaded houses under big old oak trees,
Life is good, thank Jehovah on bended knees.
by Eileen Clark
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The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass–
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all–
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Robert Louis Stevenson
Farewell To The Farm
The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, O ladder at the hayloft door, O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! Crack goes the whip, and off we go; The trees and houses smaller grow; Last, round the woody turn we sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! by Robert Louis Stevensons
When I was six my two older brothers and I lived in a big old farm house. It had a chicken coop filled with chicks and a rooster. We also had two huge pigs, one Irish Setter and a couple of cats. At summer’s end my parents, aunt and uncle and us three kids actually went out in a big wagon with side boards that had clamps holding pitch forks and we gathered up cut down hay from the fields, piled it up in the wagon, brought it to the barn and loaded it up in the second level of the barn up to the rafters.
When the work was done my parents would place a large pile of hay on the ground right under the small open door in the top of the barn. When the day was at end, the wagon was empty, and the grown ups were tired, thirsty, and hungry, they left us to play. Our playing was climbing up the ladder and jumping out the small door and landing on the pile of hay on the ground, repeating this action over and over until it got dark or mom called us in.
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What is a Friend ?
What is a friend, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on?
An ear to listen, a heart to feel?
A friend is all of these and more.
No matter where we met, or how long we’ve been together, I call you friend.
A word so small, yet so large in feeling.
A word filled with emotion, a word overflowing with love.
It is a constant book always waiting to be read and enjoyed.
Once the book of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed.
Friendships are foundations, necessary for life and love.
Friends you and me.
You brought another friend and then we were three.
We started our group, our circle of friends,
There is no beginning, there is no end.
~ Author Unknown ~
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German Rum & Coffee
The story of Pharisäer kaffee gives you something to talk about over coffee. it’s amusing to think of parishioners in the 1870’s disguising their dark rum-spiked coffee behind whipped cream so their pastor didn’t think they were drinking. This classic German recipe is also pleasantly simple and a delight to drink.
https://www.thespruceeats.com/simple-hot-coffee-cocktail-recipes-4150752
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