A New Christmas Poem For Any Season Never Forget...

YOU ALL HAVE AND DO MATTER TO ME AND ALWAYS IN MY HEART IF I KNOW OR KNEW YOU BUT I KNOW YOU ALL...




I HOPE ALL WHO READ THIS ENJOY AND NEVER FORGET THIS POEM NO MATTER WHAT SEASON..

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps - I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said, "Its really all right."
"I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
He sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram will always remember."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now, it is my turn - and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another;
Or, lay down my life with my sister and brother...
Who stand at the front - against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do; at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret...

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget...

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled...
Is payment enough; and with that - we will trust,
That we mattered to you, as you mattered to us."

Computer Ink Tie Dye

May not seem to hard to believe but I was surprised when I stumble upon just another art form from a unlikely source. One afternoon I was cleaning my printer in cartridges with a solution and was using parer towels folded up to blot the excess ink away "What a mess!" After doing so I had looked at the colors and unfolded the towels they were beautiful, brought me back to the day. If I would of know what I was creating the paper towels would of been white and not had patterns on them. Need less to say I dried them, ironed them and saved them... From now on I will use white cotton material to blot ink. A quilt perhaps? Never know with me with my wondering artist imagination.

This Post

This post has no photos only my words, my heart. I have had the pleasure of knowing and know people in my life that have brought me joy and devotion. I can never express my feelings they are just there in my mind and soul it is carried threw with who I believe I am and only those who have know me can understand. God Bless us all threw out our life's. P.S. THANK YOU

Snow Day

November 15th 2007 the snow is here to stay. I took these four photos of Reb waiting for us to go on a wheeler ride. The afternoon was breath taking the sun was warm and the skies clear.

The Bitch "I Think Not"

This was sent to me and I had to post it for it is just truly another part of who I am...... I could not of said it better.



When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a
bitch.

When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a
bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my own way, they call me a
bitch.

Being a bitch
means I won't
compromise what's
in my heart.

It means I live my life
MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to
tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am
defined as a
bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.


It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.

I am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me,
try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch ,
so be it.
I embrace the title and
am proud to bear it.


B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything

The Things I Think Of

Yesterday as the sun was shinning through the window one of my crystals created a long rainbow through the living room. So I had taken the time to create a photo.

Puffins

Acrylic Painting small and simple but I enjoyed painting it

Kenai Kings the Best Fishing in the World

The Daul Ram

I had painted this picture from a Photo I had taken of what once the largest Daul Ram on Turnagain Arm "One Eye" Two years later someone shot him from the road as He was grazing on the cliffs. It is a sad day when thoughless people will take the beauty and mangifiance of a Icon for the horns then to leave the body and his large curls broken from the fall.

As Years Go By

Being able to sit and play on the lawn with 5 young Kits while Mom and Dad watched from different directions making sure I was no threat was a wonderful and life time experience.

As they grew and moved on to their new locations to start families of their own Mom and Dad stayed along with what I called, "My Little Boy Scruffy" After the first year Scuffy's parent both became injured from traps and were not around very often so I became his best friend and Mom.




From morning to night Scufffy was always there. It was always a challenge to keep him from trying to take my catch of the day. More than once I would have to run up from the creek and play Tug of War with him. After I would catch one Silver I would take it up and lay it on the lawn out front my door. The term "Sly as a Fox" So true--
He would wait for the first fish caught watching me from the brush then wait until I walked back down to the creek. He would sneak up and grab it and try to run before I made it back up. It became our game. He always knew he had the left overs!




When the deep snow would come he never went far from home. I would sit on the bench out side my window in the evenings and we would share the night.

The Moose

I enjoy the morning hours relaxing and creating my art work. I can not think of any form of art I do not enjoy, it is my peace of mind.

Fishing for Silvers

No sooner as my line hit the water of the Knik River
I landed the first Silver of the morning

One of the three was hooked as I was reeling in within
2 foot of my legs knee deep, shocked me!




The rewards of a beautiful relaxing day

Happy Halloween