tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387800617453663779.post4076408418132731854..comments2014-04-26T23:14:40.283-05:00Comments on T&C Homestead: StalkerCharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09870037214483922200noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387800617453663779.post-36108594907054105522009-02-04T21:13:00.000-06:002009-02-04T21:13:00.000-06:00Hi Alleycat, good to see you aboard, love the poem...Hi Alleycat, good to see you aboard, love the poemCharhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09870037214483922200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387800617453663779.post-42159658576778924592009-02-04T21:01:00.000-06:002009-02-04T21:01:00.000-06:00see freindsblack shadowsno soundsresonating spirit...see freinds<BR/>black shadows<BR/>no sounds<BR/>resonating spirits<BR/>vibrating grounds<BR/>understand purpose<BR/>life sustaining<BR/>dance of flight<BR/>all the winds<BR/>all their might<BR/>accept freedom<BR/>witness on wing<BR/>without them nothingalleycathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03450518535342097697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387800617453663779.post-60663069621705143532009-02-03T15:23:00.000-06:002009-02-03T15:23:00.000-06:00ShirleyYou have some wonderful moments to remember...Shirley<BR/>You have some wonderful moments to remember....sometimes it gets pretty lonely around here....so writing is one of my outlets. Thank you for your encouragement.Charhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09870037214483922200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387800617453663779.post-91517550970812270142009-02-03T10:56:00.000-06:002009-02-03T10:56:00.000-06:00How beautifully you wrote that post. It was as if...How beautifully you wrote that post. It was as if I was there. I hope you will continue writing posts like these - We lived on a lovely acreage east of the Rocky mountains, and the song birds were so wonderful. I especially loved the little chickadees which sang all day. We had a great grey owl, that used to come around at dusk and usually one of our squirrels would be his dinner. We also had a mother Moose that visited over the winter while we were in Arizona, and each year she had a new calf. One of them grew to <BR/>full size - we called him Little Joe, we knew him as he had a cream ruff along his neck. He visited our acreage each year. Such a wonderful life, I miss it. I love your blog. ShirleyShirleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877771960944738477noreply@blogger.com