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Leaves fall.
The tree lives on.
Trees fall.
The earth lives on.
Earths fall.
But life lives on.
And on.
And
On.
Lewis Holm
The Carpenter
In my shop
I stand working
On a burl of wood
��thinking
That my friend
the carpenter
once stood
in a like position
His work, once chiseled
Bears the test of time.
Will mine?
Jack Faulkner
What Is It?
Cloud formations on a given day.
And wondering if you've seen them too.
Are enough to make a morning pass for me.
Was your day filled with wanting
Or the needlepoint of knowing that I waited
And that I wait for you?
I did
I do
Part of a poem by Rod McKuen
Yes and No
Ms. Yes and Mr. No got married
Together they lived in their apathy house
And later had a maybe-----
Lisa Beavers
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
Last Changed 03/12/10
Live on 7/15/2000