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Barbara:
Donna, that was beautiful!  So poignant and heart felt.

Barbara

Donna:
The poem was given to me attached to a small American flag, last Memorial Day, when I visited the National Cemetery near my home.  The Boy Scouts place a small flag at each grave.  It's a beautiful thing to see!
I don't know who wrote the poem but I'm sure it was ment to be shared.

Donna

Stirling Thompson:
Take warning lads!

The Women Folk
by James Hogg

O Sarley may I rue the day
I fancied first the womenkind;
For aye sin syne I ne’er can ha’e
Ae quiet thought or peace o’ mind!

They ha’e plagued my heart, an’ pleased my e’e
An’ teased an’ flatter’d me at will,
But aye, for a’ their witchery,
The pawky things I lo’e them still.

O, the women folk! O, the women folk
But they ha’e been the wreck o’me;
O, weary fa’ the women folk,
for they winna let a body be!

I ha’e thought an’ thought, but darena tell,
I’ve studied them wi’ a my skill,
I’ve lo’ed them better than mysel,
I’ve tried again to like them ill.
Wha sairest strives, will sairest rue,
To comprehend what nae man can;
When he has done what man can do,
He’ll end at last where he began.

That they ha’e gentle forms an’ meet,
A man wi’ half a look may see;
An gracefu’ airs, an’ faces sweet,
An’ waving curls aboon the bree;
An’ smiles as soft as the young rose-bud,
An’ e’en sae pawky, bright, an’ rare,
Wad lure the laverock frae the clud-
But, laddie, seek to ken nae mair!

Even but this night, nae farther gane,
The date is neither lost nor lang,
I tak ye witness, ilka ane,
How fell they fought, and fairly dang,
Their point they’ve carried, right or wrang,
Without a reason, rhyme, or law,
An’ forced a man to sing a sang,
That ne’er could sing a verse ava’.
 

Donna:
              Mom Doesn't Want A Dog
                by Judith Voirst

      Mother doesn't want a dog.
        Mother says they smell
        and never sit when you say sit
        or even when you yell.
     
      When you come home late at night
         and there is ice and snow,
         you have to go back out because
         the dumb dog has to go.

       Mother doesn't want a dog.
         Mother says they shed,
         and always let the strangers in
         but bark at friends instead.

       They do disgraceful things on the rug
         and track mud on the floor,
         and flop upon your bed at night
         and snore their doggy snore.

       Mother doesn't want a dog.
         She's making a mistake.
         Because, more than a dog, I think
         she will not want this SNAKE!
       

Donna

Barbara:
Liked your poem, Donna.   ;D

Barbara

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