We Stand With France
This is a picture of the Southern Sky here in the United States . We Stand in unity with the French by Flying the French Flag over it. It is by no means meant to be a disrespectful piece of art or a false French Flag. This is simply art to show the unity and respect.
“Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.”
Fun to be
Cynthia L. Baker
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“Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place”.
Daniel Boone Wendell Berry
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”
― Wendell Berry – Kentucky Author, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
“The more we know,
the more pain we have.
But because we are human beings,
this must be.
Otherwise we become objects rather than subjects.”
Thinking and holding all those in the North Eastern states in my thoughts and prayers- Sending love, warmth- Stay safe
“The quiet sense of something lost”
Poet Alfred Tennyson
“And I too under the stars,
Alone with the night again,
And the water’s monotone;
I and the night alone,
And the world and the ways of men
Farther from me than the stars.”
ARTHUR SYMONS, “Veneta Marina”
Maybe it was the scent of
the ink and not so much
the words scrawled on the
that turned me away
begging you to find
To vent your