White Horses

Count the white horses you meet on the way,
Count the white horses, child day after day,
Keep a wish ready for wishing – if you
Wish on the ninth horse, your wish will come true.

I saw a white horse at the end of the lane,
I saw a white horse canter down by the shore,
I saw a white horse that was drawing a wain,
And one drinking out of a trough: that made four.

I saw a white horse gallop over the down,
I saw a white horse looking over a gate,
I saw a white horse on the way into town,
And one on the way coming back: that made eight.

But oh for the ninth one: where he tossed his mane,
And cantered and galloped and whinnied and swished
His silky white tail, I went looking in vain,
And the wish I had ready could never be wished.

Count the white horses you meet on the way,
Count the white horses, child, day after day,
Keep a wish ready for wishing – if you
Wish on the ninth horse, your wish will come true.

White Horses – Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

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Cloudy Days

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Lord you know all things
There is not even one word on my tongue
Or in my heart that you a haven’t heard
Before I have even uttered them
I am full of awe of you- Selah

Even in my down times when I feel unwell
You are here with me
Your presence is everywhere
Even if I aren’t sensitive to know this at the time

But you give me little reminders
That all life is precious to you
Like when I receive a kiss from a friend
Or a kind word from a stranger

Yes- you are always vigilant to remind us of your care
For I am more valuable than even a precious Sparrow
Therefore;
My heart shall rest in Hope and Your faithfulness – till my change shall come.

Cloudy days doesn’t mean there is no Sun – by Brenda Victoria Northeast

Happy

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I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

Afternoon On A Hill – Edna St. Vincent Millay

Face In The Clouds

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What is the answer to life…

A caring husband, a caring wife?

Deep in secrecy it seems…

A million dollars, fullfilling dreams.

Where is the key to happiness?

Walks on the beach, morning sun rising?

Hidden in the clouds it seems.

Fame’s sweet kiss, pornographic magazines.

Where are the stairs to bliss?

First true love, her soft sweet kiss.

Deep inside her eye’s it gleams.

Lets get naked and on our knees.

What is the answer to love?

Cupid flying silently above you high up above?

Poison in the arrow it seems…

After the first taste you cant get enough.

Where is the path to eternity?

Is it in the bible, in the trees?

A snake in the garden in seems.

Buried these secrets from all humanity.

A Face In The Clouds – Lance Carthen

Like A Bird

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If only i had wings like a bird,
I could then spread my wings and fly,
Fly to a new place,
A place i have never been to before.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could spread my wings and take off,
Take off when i am down,
As nothing could stop me.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could just fly away,
And not care.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could spread my wings and fly,
I could be free to go where i please,
No other would tell me no.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could spread my wings and take off,
I could fly to the top of the tallest tree,
And then i would have the best view ever.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could just fly away,
At whatever speed i want,
As there’s no speed limit in the sky.

If only i had wings like a bird,
I could spread my wings and fly,
To where ever i want in the world

If Only I Had Wings Like A Bird. – StaceyLeigh Olner

Old Tree

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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

A Poison Tree – William Blake

Steal

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I’ll steal all of her tears away.It’s the

least I cando,shegivespurpose to my

kleptomaniac ways.I’ll adopt her stream

tillthere’s nothingleft but a smile on that

face.There it is,the curvatureof her lips.

WhatI’d do to steal one kiss.She promises

to nevershed a singletear again.’But that’s

how I know you’re real,’ I tell her. ‘Deposit

it allintomy soul,thegoodandthe pain.’


Photographer Unknown

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