My Friends Of The Past.





Though i have long shed my last nostalgic tears
And i have not seen them for thirty two years
My friends of the past in my thoughts i recall
I socialized with them and played games of ball

On looking back the decades how quick time does fly
I only have memories of Seasons gone by
Our teen years go quickly and too our lives prime
And in memory we only can go back in time

In life we did go on our separate way
And to them i may well be a stranger today
And though them again i may never more see
In their thoughts of the past they may remember me

In my prime years i was one not without a friend
But time ticks along and old friendships do end
In life we had different journeys to go on
And though the past we remember the past it has gone

Since then i have grown older but i have not grown more wise
We played football together and with them i did socialize
My friends of the past i remember today
But we live in the now as the wise one does say. 

Francis Duggan.










Artist Susan Brabeau
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/











Happy Full Moon!




Happy Full Buck or Thunder Moon!
On July 16 the Full Moon in Capricorn will oppose the Sun in Cancer
and experience a partial lunar eclipse. Capricorn is an Earth sign and it
represents responsibility, career, commitment, and methodically building
security, comfort and overall well-being. Cancer, on the other hand,
represents emotions, sensitivity, and focuses on personal life.
Since the lunar eclipse enhances the Moon powers, it is a time
for balancing practicality & imagination, work & relationships
and a time to let all conflicts come out in the open.










Text & image credit: Rivers in the Ocean https://www.facebook.com/RiversInTheOcean/

Sweet is the shade of the coconut glade




Sweet is the shade of the coconut glade, and the
scent of the mango grove, 
And sweet are the sands at the full o’ the moon with
the sound of the voices we love; 
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and
the dance of the wild foam’s glee; 
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where
the low sky mates with the sea.

Sarojini Naidu










Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid