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The eruption of Mt. Vesuvius began about noon on August 24 of 79 AD. The main phases of the eruption lasted into the next day. Thousands were killed.
Reaching high into the sky As if to try for heaven Stood there, watched untold For how many centuries What could you tell Of things you've seen Beneath wide spread boughs Of things that have lived there Or homes upon you made Now man comes t
just thinking of my pets and how we once learned from them
Look into this picture and see a nice pair of Angel wings...
I moved on a little farm where I live with my mom now and help take care of her. So I feel blessed when I can walk out on the porch and sit in my rocking chair and hear all of nature aound me. It great living in the counrty. Iv written alot of poerty since Iv moved here 7 years ago. I feel it a gift God given me.
Just letting other writers here know it is okay to write even if the words are floating in and out if you have many of the thoughts to share. Then to share them here in poet corner and share back your true value of care.......
you may think I am nothing but a ignorant savage, that is not true, you've been so many places but I don't believe the savage one is me. how can there be so much you donant know about me but are still willing to judge me?, how can ther be so much tha
To share what time has to offer for the motion in the picture of romance and open arms.....
When it rains wear a raincoat.
The differencd between tranquility and peace, the opposite of silence and cotent, taking notice of a sunrise on a calm summers morning, followed by evening with a cool back breeze, with time on ones side, one should stop close your eyes, smell,
I am an island full of contrasts from steep menacing cliffs to gentle green hills. I am the island´s one volcano at times ready to erupt with raging avenging fury when provoked. A am also the sheltered harbour with welcoming arms outstreched
All through the valley once wandered cool water curving a clear course winding its way between hills before drought came, goats grazed. Now all lies silent slumbering in desert heat shimmering golden. Hot winds like hands lift the dust tos
Well I wrote this with much thought of how fun it is to write and read in this room. Hope to read many of yours as you are here reading mine Thank You.....
We are all human, Each with different things to bear, But although we differ greatly, There are also things we share. Each of us has a path, That makes us who we are, The countless situations, Many moments that leaves a scar. Always try t
Can almost hear the hoof-beats of the headless horseman going down sunny hollow....
Well Fall is a favorite time of the year and a great season to change to as it has so many things to offer. I quess that is why I like Fall time.....
Blue water grabs hold, takes my eyes for a ride Aquatic holograms of life swimming by Our sun is mirrored, sailing waters ontop Swells take the air, as they grow side by side. ~Bentlee~
The beauty of nature...
October, breathing fire returns; sweeping the contours of the hills until the shrouded wood exhales into brittle phantom lines. The starlings are back. They amass the giants; these ancients oaks that line my street, making huge reckless
catching some of natures often missed gifts.
I do not know the author but this is a favourite amongs my ex service mates....
Red dust and Spinifex Thunderous deathly silence Smell of desert in the air No human habitations Occasionally shrubs here and there To break barren landscape Snakes and lizards Call this home This desolate wasteland Here and there closer loo
Spring is the time, we get either thunderstorms or showers. May, we get those nice smelling flowers. And the flowers, here come those bees. It's the time of the year we get allergies. So, enjoy the nice weather while it's arou
In the blistering sun He slowly bakes away Birds slowly circling Which way out He has no clue The desert seems forever Was yesterday, no day before His mind is totally befuddled There he was sitting at home Enjoying an icy wine Duty called
THE STILLNESS OF THE FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS THE ARTIST SITS WITH BRUSHES AND PAINTS IN HAND,HE FIDGETS IN HIS CHAIR, HE STARTS TO PAINT WITH SWEEPING HANDS EXCESSIVE STROKES TO HIS MASTER PIECE WITH TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE BLUE SKIES AB
I There is much beauty for all to see With the eyes of faith and simplicity For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft With stars and scents and the breezy draught II The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower The bowery green and t
Beauty in perpetual motion
that bruised and contused epidermis after a skirmish bandaged and anti-somethinged for whatever next is coming that fleshed out scathe of open wound from what was said and the way the knife turned as it quickly sliced out pride some dil
I am the land The land is me Together, we are
Roaming the high desert mountains with my friends in my youth was magical. This is based on a real experience I will hold forever in my heart as very special.
Just one of those night and can not sleep, hope the next will be a better one.....
For some they forget about the little houses on the hilltops...
Just like a tree has calm after the wind blows.It just waits until yet another wind to dance it's dance of joy.Never to complain about the amount of dance it must do, fast or slow it's willing to go.Because that tree knows that it's calm must come.Ev
feel like I kinda got outta bed too early and maybe shoulda stayed there
Well this is fall time and my favorite time of the year, hope all can enjoy it as I sure do.......
A stiffenning breeze rolls out steady over the hills of these green mountains....shaking the now brittle aging leaves which drop to the ground one by one.....
I went to take the dogs out before bed.. I live very rural.. and the sights and sounds were amazing..I cant even try to explain what a glorious night it is.
My snippets of summer
Chilly breeze blowing Colored leaves against blue sky Musky scent of Fall
IF YOU GO AND CLICK ON POST A COMMENT the whole tree shows up its awesome.. My little pear tree.. I was just mowing my grass.( 3 acres) I notices my little pear tree. its only 4 feet tall 4 inches at the base 2 lonely branches coming off the base and little twigs coming off that the the branches are like 2 inches around at the most.. I almost cut it down a few years back because i was sure it was dead.. I just didn't have the heart.. It is so loaded with pears at least 50 that is bent completely over touching the ground.. I have been so overwhelmed with my own grief and locked inside my depression I never noticed or I would have found a wedge for the 2 lonely branches.. Nature never ceases to amaze me.
The August wind blows past Hot and dusty against the skin It tells of times to come, time to be, time to see The smell of wheat and corn The smell of harvest to be The temperature warming Sun blazing down Soothing and healing o
Morning comes When the sun disengages From the embrace of her lover The night
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