Friday, November 21, 2008

For Grace

Last summer, on one of our trips to Sandpoint, Idaho, we were strolling along the boardwalk beside Sand Creek.
We came upon these two lovely puppies and I began to bubble over.
I immediately thought of you and, with the permission of their people, I quickly snapped several shots of these beautiful Brittany Spaniels.
This is return payment for making me cry...
Thank You.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Who I Am

Here 'Tis and Welcome!
I was born In The City at a time when My Generation was that of the post-war baby boomer.
For some reason that I Can't Explain, my Daddy Rolling Stone and my Mum, Barbara Anne, decided to name me Dale (and not Call Me Lightning).
Because of my name, everyone assumes I'm A Boy.
But, I have a Girl's Eyes and I can never think back to When I Was A Boy.
Maybe I was supposed to be a Substitute for Little Billy, but I've always had a Faith In Something Bigger, even though sometimes I Don't Even Know Myself.
Anyway Anyhow Anywhere, my life has been a Pure and Easy Success Story with a touch of Heaven and Hell thrown in.
It's Hard at times, However Much I Booze, but no matter how many Disguises I've worn, I Can See For Miles because I view The Real Me from Behind Blue Eyes.
I Dig horses and Dogs 2.
I've always wanted a Tattoo.
And a Jaguar.
When I was a child, I longed to attend Tommy's Holiday Camp, but my folks enrolled me at a holiday camp where I got the Summertime Blues and felt So Sad About Us because some of my friends Drowned in the Water.
Everyone said Cry If You Want, but One Life's Enough and, even though I've Known No War, this made me think of How Many Friends I've had.
As a teen, Dreaming From The Waist helped me Imagine A Man wearing Blue, Red and Grey.
My friends, They Were All In Love, but to me, it was just a Trick Of The Light and I kept thinking Don't Let Go The Coat.
When I did leave the Eminence Front, I thought, "I've Had Enough!" and I felt like a Helpless Dancer floundering on the Sea And The Sand.
Did I end up with the Dirty Jobs? You Better You Better You Bet!
I discovered Now I'm A Farmer.
To the Naked Eye my life was a Postcard, but I felt that it was La La La Lies.
But, I wasn't to be left Out In The Street and, even though I thought it was Much Too Much and The Good's Gone, I made a Bargain with myself and decided to Glow Girl!
I met a Whiskey Man.
We had an Instant Party.
My Wife, he said.
I Need You. Please Please Please. Don't Look Away. See My Way.
Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting).
A Quick One While He's Away.
Tell me It's Not True!
It's a Legal Matter now.
The Song Is Over - and I hope The Kids Are Alright.
My life was in Fragments and I felt like the Unholy Trinity, where I'm The Face in the Mirror Door asking, "Who Are You?".
I saw a Fortune Teller who told me to Put The Money Down before she said Too Much Of Anything, then went on to say that I have been on an Amazing Journey where I have been The Seeker In The Ether and that Love Ain't For Keepin'.
Now is the time to Join Together, Pick Up The Peace, Cut My Hair, Smash The Mirror, and light my life on Fire!
I'm Free.
It could be Dangerous, but I'll take the days One At A Time, all the while knowing I'm One, A Man Is A Man, and for The Last Time, I Won't Get Fooled Again.
Occasionally, when I feel the Melancholia return, I Don't Mind - I just think of the beautiful Sunrise and Relax.

The kids are alright.
He wears blue, red and grey.
And I glow, girl!

Monday, November 10, 2008

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt down, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (1872-1918)