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" Och! but Im weary of mist and dark,
And roads where theres never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush,
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house-a house of my own,
Out of the wind and the rains way "
{ Padraic Colum 1881-1972 }
This poem is called " The Old Woman of the Road " and I learned it as a child in school.
After the famine was over in 1850, there were upwards of one million people homeless who just drifted from place to place depending on the goodness of strangers to help them. This poem is based on one such woman who longs for a little house of her own, "Out of the wind and the rains way"
I think its very sad and rather beautiful. We should think on these things in todays modern society and the many homeless immigrants who come to our countries seeking help and a better life.
P@t.
Old houses remember those who used to live in them. I can hear this house crying over them. I am not exaggerating
I will never forget the wonderful days I spent in old houses like the one in the photo above. They ARE very warm and loving.
General Philip Sheridan before the 1875 Texas Legislature about the buffalo hunters..."These men have done in the last two years, and will do more in the next year, to settle the vexed Indian question, than the entire regular army has done in the last thirty years. They are destroying the Indian's commissary; if you will; but, for the sake of a lasting peace, let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffaloes are exterminated. Then your prairies can be covered with speckled cattle, and the festive cowboy, who follows the hunter as a second forerunner of an advanced civilization."
HMAM 😃😄😆
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Falling stars are just crying until they dissolve into nothing. It's okay to cry. It's okay to be awake and yet sleeping through this journey sometimes. There is joy in a simple smile and despair in a silent 'I love you'. A small tear of trust in an abundant sea of suspicion. Your compassion can silence any schadenfreude while your indifference can be vanquished by affection. It's okay to be a coward sometimes but allow your courage to be released once in a blue moon. How much longer will your anxiety be trapped within that thick wall of resilience you built yourself around?
Let it go sometimes... :)
P.S. Been waiting for Epfftfany to open... :( This set is all I need!
8f8's Written in The Stars Set
“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
― Clive Barker, Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War
The wolf is made of recycled plastic and is found at the Yeouido Hangang Park that runs alongside the Han river in Seoul.
...while testing his wings
Peregrine Falcon - juvenile
Falco peregrinus
Member of the Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
Patricia Ware Bird Photography
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I can make your life a livin' hell
If I wanted to, wanted to
Wish this was a love you never felt
And you know it's true, know it's true
Love me, love me, trust me with that heart of yours
Feels so heavy lyin' on the bedroom floor
I can make your life a livin' hell
If I wanted to, wanted to
-Bella Poarch
Limpkin, also called Courlan, or Crying Bird, (species Aramus guarauna), large swamp bird of the American tropics, sole member of the family Aramidae.
One of North America's most curious birds, the Limpkin is singular in appearance and unusual in its diet, with extraordinary vocal habits and a restricted range in the United States. It looks like an oversized rail, well camouflaged in brown with spots of white, and is a locally distributed resident in freshwater marsh and riparian habitats from Florida south through the Caribbean islands and Central and South America as far as Argentina, Peru, and Bolivia. In Florida, where it has been best studied, its diet is almost exclusively apple snails (Pomacea paludosa), which it deftly finds and opens with the aid of a bent and twisted bill tip, leaving characteristic piles of unbroken snail shells. The male's loud and mournful calling is especially distinctive. The sound of several males countercalling has been described as "one of the weirdest cacophonies of nature". Ritualistic territorial charging displays, courtship feeding, and a surprising variety of nest sites add to this species' unusual appeal.
I found this one at Joe Overstreet Landing Lake Kissimmee, Osceola County Florida.
It was back lit by the sun.
Rock from Three Sisters of Tongapurutu, Taranaki, New Zealand.
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