Thank You, Billionaire George Soros!

Charlottesville, VA 2017.  Well, why stop with statues?   Maybe "Gone With The Wind" should be banned, too? Or, how about Thomas Jefferson's Monticello razed? After all, he was one of the largest slave owners in his time even though he wrote so eloquently that "all men are created equal." However, in present day, how does getting rid of these statues change the wicked past or make the horrendous act of slavery any less so? How does it absolve us as a nation? It doesn't. It can't. Yet, once we realized how wrong we were and even though it tore our nation apart, we went to war to try and right that wrong. The Civil War was Hell on earth for this nation.  It set son against father, brother against brother. It literally tore families apart.  Many died trying to set this wrong right, even though it came at a high price tearing our nation to pieces, killing large amounts of her own citizenry to do so. But, ask yourself this? Why is all this happening now, when we have lived with these monuments all these years since? Why is the racial pot once again boiling over? I believe I have the answer.  It is boiling over because there are factions in our country that want to divide us and they are working diligently to do so. This faction is Communism pure and simple. And, the very first thing Communism does is try to wipe out all of a country's history. They don't want the people to know who they really are and where they have come from. But, tell me, how are we to learn by our past mistakes if we don't know our own history? The simple truth is we can't! Before any other monument is taken down, or another statue knocked down, it should be voted upon by the members of the City Council, who represent the people of that community. It should be up to them whether or not these things should be kept where they are or put into a local museum. And, it must be done in a law-abiding way, not by lawless vandals sent and paid for by Communist Billionaire George Soros! We are supposed to be a nation of laws, and we are supposed to be a law-abiding people which sets us apart from other nations! This is a time we need to come together, not tear each other apart. Instead of tearing down marble symbols, what we really need to do is get down on our knees and ask God (as a Nation) to forgive us and then come together in love, not hate! After all, one Civil War has already been fought, we don't need another.

Backyard Entertainment - 2017

The Big Boss!

I honestly don't know what I will do for entertainment this winter.  All the birds will be gone.  :-(
But, I've sure enjoyed them this summer.

Flowers

A Baker's Dozen of Beautiful Cardinals!

Taken from my back porch.

I didn't write this, but (sigh) I could have...

Ghost In This House

I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone
I don't answer the door
I'd just as soon be alone
I don't keep this place up
I just keep the lights down
I don't live in these rooms
I just rattle around

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls
I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

I don't care if it rains
I don't care if it's clear
I don't mind staying in
There's another ghost here
she sits down in your chair
And she shines with your light
And she lays down his head
On your pillow at night

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
I'm living proof of the damage
Heartbreak does
I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
And took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house
Oh, I'm just a ghost in this house

Songwriters: HUGH PRESTWOOD

© Universal Music Publishing Group

I'm in a sad poetry mood again. Seems the only way I can deal with this and more is to write. It is cathartic, I suppose.

For those of you who know me personally, you know what a tragedy happened to me over seventeen years ago. Due to undescribable circumstance, I lost my youngest daughter, Melissa, and my oldest grandson, Jacob, not to death but to TRUTH. There isn't a day that goes by I don't mourn them, yet I had finally learned to smile again, but then all heck seems to have broken loose in my life, in all areas.  Her birthday is March 9th, the same as was my Mother's. This original poem, written by me, is dedicated to her. Happy Belated Birthday, Baby!

Gift of Time

I've grown old and weary

in your defeaning absence

waiting for your presence.

And,I am disappointed.

At every turn, and every bend

I hear your voice, see your face

Full of beauty, full of grace.

And, I am reminded.

Often I tremble, my hands shake

Recalling fond memories of you

but always old ones, never new

And, I weep.

My heart is heavy, my eyes tear

when I realize dearest daughter

how much I miss your laughter,

And, our lost gift of time.

Copyright 2004
Deborah Taylor