A little something to wake up to..

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits...

John Keats

Have a nice Sunday all...

xx

Thank you Sarah. Have a nice Sunday yourself.

Not quite a poem, this is an Irish blessing, which I really like.



May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Ok.....since we're waxing poetic/philosophic...

From Margarite's Collection of Quotable Quotes....


" Worry is the Interest we Pay on Borrowed Trouble."

and

"Gratitude Precedes Abundance"

Good morning my friends from the UK and my friends who will be joining us later from all over. Last night was a special one for the BT'ers from Dallas-Ft. Worth! We gathered for dinner and fellowship and what a lovely group of people! A wide range of ages, varied backgrounds, but with much in common; Bonaire Lovers All! It lasted from 5:30 to nearly 9:00. And we are planning to meet again in the near future. Thanks to Greta for organizing it all. I think she has a report with pictures planned for us later. We took some photos also that we will share.

A very pleasant evening.........

Hi Margarite, Jenni and Sarah. Nice poetry and quotings...

I can't wait to hear more about the Dallas-Ft. Worth gathering!

and What a lovely way to begin today's thread. Thank you. Annie B.

TODAY'S QUOTE:

"Change occurs when one becomes what she is, not when she tries to become what she is not." - Ruth P. Freedman

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree

But I think this one comes close...

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was slightly grey,
It didn't have a father,
just some borrowed DNA.

It sort of had a mother,
Though the ovum was on loan,
It was not so much a lambkin,
as a little lamby clone.

And soon it had a fellow clone,
And soon it had some more,
They followed her to school one day,
all cramming through the door.

It made the children laugh and sing,
The teachers found it droll,
There were too many lamby clones,

No other could control the sheep,
Since their programs didn't vary,
So the scientists resolved it all,
by simply cloning Mary.

But now they feel quite sheepish,
Those scientists unwary,
One problem solved, but what to do,
with Mary, Mary, Mary . . .

Hmm - missed a line when I reformatted it:

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was slightly grey,
It didn't have a father,
just some borrowed DNA.

It sort of had a mother,
Though the ovum was on loan,
It was not so much a lambkin,
as a little lamby clone.

And soon it had a fellow clone,
And soon it had some more,
They followed her to school one day,
all cramming through the door.

It made the children laugh and sing,
The teachers found it droll,
There were too many lamby clones,
for Mary to control.

No other could control the sheep,
Since their programs didn't vary,
So the scientists resolved it all,
by simply cloning Mary.

But now they feel quite sheepish,
Those scientists unwary,
One problem solved, but what to do,
with Mary, Mary, Mary . . .

Couple pix from yesterday and today - I save them and sometimes forget about them when I freeze up and fall offline.

I think that I will never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.
Perhaps unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.

When I first saw this I thought it was a turtle's head. Then I put my glasses on. LOL

I like your Charlotte gif. Very pretty. Annie B.

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I like it ,too. Pretty fairy. We have pics of the DFW-BT Dinner at Everything Else. Not a very flattering one of me I'm afraid.

Rusty, Funny poet about the cloned sheep!!
And LOL, Julia you made me laugh, too!

One week of work left... Then some preparations and on wednesday....
Here we come. Ready to dive the Pacific. We are going to search for some Pacific fish books. Always fun to look in before the real dives!!

I'm gonna watch some TV and sleep, tomorrow the start of a busy week....

Good night (for some of you it may take a while, still....)all BT-ers!

Here is a convict tang for Annie.....I tried to brighten it up so let's see if that worked!

Okay, that came out pretty well, still tinkering with the software Rusty suggested...very fun but very time consuming...Here's a humuhumunukunuku'apua'a (don't forget to prounce all the vowels

Last edited pic for now...some more turtles, you can see where they came up close to the shore...very fun and amazing!

Okay, one more try at a closeup of the humu...and then I really must stop playing for a while!

That name is a mouthful! Great Pics, the water looks beautiful Barbara!

Barbara. I like your fishy pictures, saw the ones you posted the other night too. They will hold good memories for you. Annie B.

Saw the sailboat tonight.

I thought this was nice too.

Bedtime. Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams.

Annie, you're up late!

Goodnight to you too...

Was quiet here today.. where are all of poets? Cynde Lee????

Where are all the poets.. perhaps? OK, time for bed.. have a nice week all..

The Dentist Pulled My Tooth Out
by Kenn Nesbitt.

The dentist pulled my tooth out,
and he thought it was such fun,
he grabbed his pliers
and dental priers
and pulled another one.

"Yippee! Hooray! What awesome fun!"
he shouted out with glee.
He grinned a grin
then went back in
and pulled out number three.

Then number four and number five
and numbers six and seven
were followed by
a cheerful cry
of "Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven!"

He took a few more from the top
and some from underneath;
he yanked them fast
until at last
he'd pulled out all my teeth.

Without my teeth I cannot chew;
I just eat soup and mush.
But don't be sad.
I'm kind of glad--
I'll never have to brush!

This is really goodnight now.