[austintorn@aol.com]

I am walking across the great lake, now, to see you in your bathing suit, but I just fell in, although I was going fine while I thought it was the polluted and walkable Lake Erie, but it's not that great lake, so, just like in cartoons when you realize there's nothing to hold you up, you fall, but, it's OK, I fell for you.

Hi neighbors.

[Mikal]

A Poem for Austin...

IN THE SPIRIT

In the spirit
I shall wander
In fields of golden light
Clothed in the colors
Of the Universe
And the rhythms
Of the night...
In the spirit
I shall hold you
And whisper words so dear
To help you look
Within your heart and...
Drink heaven's tears
In the spirit
We shall remember
Our true identity
For we have always
Been one in spirit....
For all Eternity..

To the Tulirose......W.W.

[Mikal]

Austie....you'd have to walk the great lake Ontario...to reach me...do you now look like a drowned bug...or what......come on..Jesus..walked on water so this means no falling in.......thats not in the story anywhere or anywho.....although it is touching you fell for me...smiles

.......()* ()*...............Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

Thanks, Chickie.

Is W.W. William Wordsworth, Walt Whitman (doesn't sound like it), or Wish I was Wet on this sultry day?

[Mikal]

Its a poem written to the memory of Jerry Garcia..by Wendy Weir...but I like your rendition of wish I was wet on sultry day.....a good thought in the blistering heat....

Mikal......(*) (*)

[austintorn@aol.com]

…I will walk on water the day Hell freezes over!

[Mikal]

I thought we were talking about the "lake"............when it freezes over..thats walking on water..albeit in another form and state...smiles

Mikal......(*) (*)

[Graybeard]

Tell me why I don't like flowers ....


An Ash Gum and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things-
Wind and water and weather.

And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed
The Ash Gum grew so high
That now it spoke of newer things-
Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.

"I guess you think you're pretty great,"
The rose was heard to cry,
Screaming as loud as it possibly could
To the treetop in the sky.

"you have no time for flower talk,
Now that you've grown so tall."
"It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree,
"It's just that you've stayed small."

[Graybeard]

Tell me why I don't like flowers ....

oooops .... double post

[Mikal]

Austintorn...we sometimes forget that when talking and jesting across the miles the receiver cannot see the smiles...cannot feel the heart thats touched...jesting never means to hurt, never means to offend...they say apologies are daisy petals falling....
a field of petals....lies before you...