Peace I ask of thee, oh river, peace, peace, peace./
When I learn to live serenely, cares will cease/
From the hills I gather courage, visions of the days to be/
Strength to lead and faith to follow, all are given unto me/
Peace I ask of the oh river, peace, peace, peace
Thank you, Obama and Biden families, for sharing your exceptional selves with us during the holiday season -- and the next few years, and the past years. -- jH
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I WANNA TRY ACR'S NEW HI-SPEED PEOPLE-MOVER -- THE CONTENT DYNAMO (with FREE Teeny-TV, Roust-About Radio and TechnaToyz)' -- TO TRAVEL NOW AROUND THE SITE.... YES!
... maybe next time
rag n.1. old, worn clothes 2. a newspaper 3. a composition in ragtime
-- chew the rag [Slang] to chat
Jenny's made of earth and sky
and she knows more than she knows.
She's a butterfly
in a flowered thong,
a song that washes
with the husks
of swaying straw,
a fiddle bending to her tune
and a dance that slithers wide.
She's a renaissance that rises
on the wild fields of your mind,
a chord that sweet seduces
from the mystery
of her laughing woman-child.
There's a rush, a rumbling in the wind
as we stumble on this old trail.
Greening branches thicken over us.
They crosshatch our path.
In leafy folds, winged creatures watch.
Through pools of moss, snakes writhe.
When tumbling rocks crash like our dreams,
we'll pick up a shard
and fashion a brazier for warmth and rest.
The air is cool and gentle at the crest
and the land cascades in startled wonder
from the sky.
Original material c. A Country Rag, Inc. and/or Jeannette Harris, Jonesborough Tennessee, April 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved.