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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: 01/23/13
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I saw you, oh majestic Wolf Moon,. Full as a saucer of white light,. Shining thru the windows this night,. I hear your companions in the forest,. Wolf Clan gathering in song,. In solitude one stands outside my door,. I hear it's call,. I know not what it wants,. For I am absence of food,. And only a remembrance of fire in this cabin,. Oh Wolf Moon, you light shines bright,. I hear the Wolf Clan's call. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More of my family. THOSE THAT RAISED ME.
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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: 01/27/15
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Ode to Uncle Ellis. Are the pines,. They sway to summer winds,. Storms surely are brewing out on the gulf,. Thou, these oxen still have to carry,. Drive them to the tram,. Carried to the Sabine, to mill,. Pulling the cypress that has fallen,. Sawn by two half bred men,. Suriving off the land,. The only thing to do. But the evening of the day,. Make it back to the farm, to stay,. Put the oxen in the yard,. Till tomorows new day,. Coming thru the pines,. Smell of the foods arises,. Is starting to cloud up,.
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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: 01/28/13
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STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT. Stars flicker thru the high loft of clouds. Beckon us onward, as this is our journey,. Across plains we have traveled,. From far distant shores,. We emigrants to a new land,. Far from Erin’s mighty shore,. Sailors of water, as we sailors of land,. With gusts of wind at every command,. Point our schooners tongue to the Northern Star,. Which we spot, with effort. With banjos and fiddles,. A reel or a jig, the children’s laughter,. We see, thru the nights light,. Links to this post.
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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: BY THE RIVER MERCED
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BY THE RIVER MERCED. From two distant plains,. Two birds did appear,. Gracefully they lit upon a dogwood branch,. There by a spring, which waters flowed,. Into the river Merced. There upon this flowering branch,. Where they took their rest,. And in their loving Spanish tongue, they sang,. Their song rose above the rest,. There by the river Merced. Their song was not of sorrows,. But sang of hope and light,. Their voices raised for justice,. There by the spring, which waters flowed,. Into the river Merced.
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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT
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STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT. Stars flicker thru the high loft of clouds. Beckon us onward, as this is our journey,. Across plains we have traveled,. From far distant shores,. We emigrants to a new land,. Far from Erin’s mighty shore,. Sailors of water, as we sailors of land,. With gusts of wind at every command,. Point our schooners tongue to the Northern Star,. Which we spot, with effort. With banjos and fiddles,. A reel or a jig, the children’s laughter,. We see, thru the nights light,. More of my family.
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Cowboys never die,. For they gather,. At the end of January every year,. There they do go to ELKO,. Walking frozen Idaho street,. All together in song. Singing in coyote harmony,. To Riders in the Sky,. With dreams of being,. Celloid Cowboy Stars,. Up on the big screen,. And not, pulling calves,. On a Sunday eve,. Nor fixing some gate,. That a bull charged thru,. Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,. Forty miles from town,. With supplies for the next month,. Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,.
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The Templeton Chronicles: April 2009
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Essays on my various enthusiasms and travel stories. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. Cuchulain of Muirthemne at the Doggie Diner. The Patrick J. Dowling Library. Out on 45th and Sloat, is open from 1:30 to 4:30 three days a week: Thursday, Friday and Saturday. In an exchange of emails late last month with Wendy King, the head librarian, I was told that it was a good idea to call before making any trip out to this local, volunteer-run resource of Irish literature and reference material. No worries," I said, "I...
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There’s a vast assortment of Irish and Celtic music in New Orleans. Here are some of the entertainers who play Irish music in the city. If there’s a group missing, contact us. Along with her band, The Poor Clares, she has been featured in prestigious venues around the country. Crescent City Celtic Band. Father and daughter harmonize on the great highland bagpipes in both new and traditional tunes, accompanied on bodhran and Scottish bass drum. Marc Gunn, The Celtfather. Halfway to St. Patrick's Day.
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roscoebeauregard.blogspot.com: 01/25/13
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Mid winter is upon us,. Wolf Moon has rose in the night sky,. Clear visions of stars stand bright,. Promises are to come,. As February moves upon us,. March winds will come,. Bringing Spring upon us,. And the ancient druids are proud,. They stood at Stonehenge and counted,. Movement of the sun, its light spread about,. Welcome slowly the return of light. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More of my family. THOSE THAT RAISED ME. Me as a young boy. My proze-ack, twirl that lariate, and read!
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