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Beach Scene "1" Old Train Station "2"
The Carousel "3" The Fifties "4"
Summer Picnic "5" From The Heart "6"
Cloudy Moon "7" September Morn "8"
Passing The Time "9" Apples "10"
Rain "11" Pumpkins "12"
Halloween "13" Big City "14"
Remembrance Day "15" Autumn Harvest "16"
A Cozy Nook "17" Migration "18"
The Kitchen On Memory Lane "19" Holding Hands "20"
Indoor Gardening "21" Playing In The Snow "22"
Bonding With Children "23" Old House "24"
The General Store "25" Friends and Friendship "26"
The Kitchen Window "27" Gentle Hearts "28"
Our Sweet Tooth "29" Cars "30"
Our Good Morning! "31" Pictures on the Wall "32"
Easter "33" Our Feathered Friends "34"
My Bucket "35" Birthdays "36"
From A High Place "37" ~ Reserved ~







 


From A High Place

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)







Imagine you're on the top floor of a building, or on top of a hill. You might be on the top floor of your home, or on a bridge looking down. Or from the top of the Empire State Building. An airplane?

A few years ago I had the pleasure of spending a day on Monhegan Island. Monhegan Island is 10 miles off the coast of Maine and it's surrounded by the sea. There are only a few automobiles on the island and to get there you must go by ferry. The day I went it was raining.

The island has an historical inn, which is very popular during the summer season. There are few automobiles and only a few trucks, and these belong to the year-round residents. Tourists travel on foot, which isn't bad considering that the island is only 1.7 miles long and .7 miles wide.

There are several hiking trails on the island and the photograph you see at the top of the page is one I took from the island's highest point. Ben and I had our rain gear so we hiked the trails and took pictures. We weren't disappointed with any of the scenes we saw because the views were awesome.

Now, how about you describing what you can see from your high place. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.









 


From A High Place

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




Aardvark Point is where she stood,
Aardvark Point is where she waited,
High above the ocean there,
On the bluff above the water.


Looking and waiting for her love,
Waiting for him to come sailing home,
Waiting for her love to come home,
Here on the point in the spring.


Not a very clear day,
But she stood and watched
Come what may,
Waiting for her sailor beau.


Fourteen months ago today,
He did sail, sail away,
Sailed to her purse enrichen,
Sailed so he could be married.


The wind does blow,
The fog will come in
As she waits for her only, her man,
Will he return from the sea?


Wind and waves, the rocks do feel,
As she in vain waits for her man,
Here on the point they have stood,
Many a lonely woman, waiting.











 


From A High Place

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)




I VIEW THIS FROM A PLANE
NO NOT FROM A TRAIN
ALTHOUGH THAT CAN BE DONE
IT WOULDN'T BE AS FUN.


THE SEASCAPE VIEW
WITH WHITECAPS FEW
IS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD
A SIGHT SO SERENE YET SO BOLD


CHOPPY WATERS RUSH ON THE SHORE
OH I'D LOVE TO GAZE SOME MORE
BUT ALAS I HAVE TO FLY
IN MY PLANE FROM UP HIGH.











 


From A High Place

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)




I remember once, my cousin and I were at the fair riding the Ferris Wheel. We stopped at the very top. The young man working the controls got busy down below, flirting with a pretty gal. They talked for quite awhile and he seemed to forget us up there. My cousin was feeling queasy. I was just plain scared. He finally realized that he needed to start it up again. I have never been on another Ferris Wheel.

Another time, I was on the eleventh floor of a building in San Diego, standing gazing out the glass windows to the sights around. Then we all felt the building move. I sure moved away from that window fast. Needless to say, I am not fond of high places.










 


From A High Place

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)






Majestic blue from the cliffs above,
I will see for you, my Turtle Dove.


Oh, that your eyes might be sighted once more,
That you could behold the view that you adore.


Once we were young and stood on this cliff.
Now we are old, and our limbs have become stiff.


Yet, you can still see through my eyes of love.
Yes, you can see, my Turtle Dove.











 


My Seagull

By SWAMPETTA (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)



My seagull is looking for my beach.
He flies overhead in graceful loops.
I would love it if he could teach
Me how to do the swirling swoops.


I'd like to think he sees me smiling
As he floats down to the pines.
Alas, he thinks I'm a piling
On the pier where he dines.


I watch him walk on jetty rocks
Picking the buffet he finds there.
Then he struts on the docks
Where fishermen fling treats into the air.


I sit here and close my eyes
Imagining the beautiful view he sees.
Over the breaking waves he flies
And hovers near the trees.


No flamboyant colors for him.
White and gray and black he wears.
He follows his own whim
As through the clouds he tears.











 


The Grand Canyon

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)



The first time I ever saw the Grand Canyon, it was to me an awesome sight. We'd parked the car at Desert Tower, my traveling companion and I, and I'd walked down the cement walk towards the end. I approached a metal rail and stopped in my tracks as the canyon opened before me. Down there, a mile below, the Colorado River snaked through. I moved ever so slowly and put my hand on the rail. This was the first time I'd seen a National Park that rendered me speechless. I stood there, my mouth open and gasping. I literally could not speak. The colors of the canyon were brilliant that day but the depth of that place was a little bit scary.

We took the tram along the South Rim as no cars were allowed beyond a certain point. At each overlook, we got off the tram to wait for the next one and spent our time just gazing at the canyon below, the river, the beauty of it all. That year, I was at the canyon on my birthday in June. What a birthday present I gave myself!

Years later, I took my mother to see the Canyon. I thought she would get the same feeling I did when she saw it. But, I soon discovered that Mom didn't much care for heights and, the fact there were no guard rails at the overlooks, did not sit too well with her. She did say it was quite beautiful but she was in a hurry to get away from it. I did not spend as much time there as I had the first time.

This is truly a high place. The fact that the Colorado River has carved it out over millions of years is too hard to comprehend. If you've seen pictures of it, and I'm sure you have, and have not been to the canyon, then you must go and see it before you leave this earth. To look at a place like this and not believe in a higher Power, is almost sacreligious to me. It's a really awesome high place.










 


Ballad of the Sea

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)



My sweetheart went to sea one day
"Don't worry darling one
I'll be safe and snug on board the ship
It really should be fun"


The day he left was calm and clear
The sun up in the sky
Gave no hint of things to come
As I kissed my love goodbye


As soon as he was out of sight
Some clouds blew overhead
The calm blue sea began to roil
The whitecaps gave me dread


How could he go and leave me here
Waiting on the shore
To worry, pray and wring my hands
Would I see him anymore?


Time goes by and I still hope
To see him once again
But a lifetime's passed and life goes on
For these two score and ten


The townfolk call me "dreamer"
And dreams are good enough for me
Until the day that I'm called home
And my true love I'll see











 


From A High Place

By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)



The place high on summit mountain
The spot is called Jumonsville
Quiet serene and a huge white cross
The cross can be seen in 3 counties.
Snow in the winter on the mountain.


First tracks to cut in the crisp white snow.
No sound is heard when the car engine or four wheeler engine is turned off.
The sense of serenity lingers in the cold air here.
You can smell the lack of traffic and the clean air.
Be really quiet and in a few you can see birds.


Hear them looking for food.
Look deers tracks in the snow.
oh and I thought we were here first.
Only to learn the animals got here first.
But I am not disappointed.


So beautiful with memories of my childhood.










 


A Moment in Time

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)



Looking out over this vast sea of loneliness
I think back to when we first met
You were the Captain of this ship
passing through this cold and foggy night
not knowing you would soon dock
at the wharves around the bend
I only thought you were just another ship
....... sailing in this sea of darkness


It's been quite a few years now
since you came into my life
A night I shall cherish for years to come
I had worked as a maid at this small Inn
and although you said you had been here before
...... I had never seen you around ~


But as luck would have it one early morn, I had
knocked on your cabin door to change your sheets
Remember that? Remember we talked
about the sea and the loneliness you must endure?
You were such a handsome man
One, I was so proud to have at my side
....... as we strolled through the town ~


Later, you said you had someone back East
and that I could only be..... 'a moment in time'
Remember that? Remember how my
heart sank at the thoughts of sharing you?
But as time passed, I soon realized it was not to be
For you only spent four nights a year with me
........ but an eternity with your love ~


Soon, I finally came to realize
'I was just someone to pass your time'
But I have no regrets, for I've had many years
of happiness for our time spent together
Sadly, a time came when I heard the words....
you had changed to another shipping company
and wouldn't be able to see me anymore....
that was your last voyage in my direction
My heart was breaking, but soon came to realize
our time together was never to be anything more.....
than....... 'a moment in time' ~











 


She Waits

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)



Twas twenty years ago today,
She did send the children out to play,
Jim, Joe, Sam and Bill and of course
Little Nell.


Sent her children out to play
As to the point she did go,
To watch her love sail away,
Back to sea another time.


Twenty years he had been gone,
Twenty years of no man,
The children all had grown and gone,
None were seamen; that made her glad.


Her man had sailed away,
Never to return on that day,
So now with gray in her hair,
Each day she goes to the point
To look and wait.


Good were the years she had him,
Great the love they had shared,
But now she was growing old,
So long she had waited.


Lonely point, lonely day
But she would and had survived,
But she yearned for her man,
Should she jump and end the wait?











 


From A High Place

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)



Ocean waves caress the shoreline
kissing every bush and rock;
just as far as eye can see
but not a friendly ship to dock.


Hear the wind gently whispering,
soft songs adrift on the breeze;
inviting gulls in hungry flight
to eat their fill from out the seas.


Catch the fragrance upon the air
fog-laden clouds scatter'd adrift;
feast your eyes upon the beauty
ah, gives your spirit such lift.


Garmented in God's adornments
earthly fruit in sea ~ on land;
to behold such sacred sightings
how could one not understand . . .


That an Omnipotent Creator
sculpt'd earth and all therein;
no "Big~Bang" nor "Evolution" theory
could e'er convince me it wasn't HIM . . .


He spoke & LIFE was in His voice,
He said, "Let there be" and it was so;
from the glorious heavens above
to every earthly thing below.


'Let there be Light', spoke God,
Light obeyed and so it shone;
filled the seas with lovely creatures
and grand, beauteous mountains of stone.


Denying there can be no God
surely does not make it true;
all of Nature so confirms Him
and His tender love for you!



Mary Carter Mizrany©
May 1, 2007











 


From A High Place

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)



I used to work in one of the tallest buildings downtown. When I looked down at the little Sacred Heart Cathedral, over 100 years old, beneath our building, I thought it was such a paradox. It was fighting for existence while billions were being traded all around it - our law firm, oil companies, insurance buildings. I believe the little building itself won out, but because of judgments against the Catholic Diocese here, so much money was lost that the school grounds, etc. had to be sold. That's what I remember about a high place (other than mountain scenery) - looking down at a tall steeple. I surely hope someone will always fight for that little place in the city canyon.


On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, take the lift,
With all the working people.


Up up up to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.


Look down from the window
In quiet contemplation,
Way over the steeple now of
Those in meditation.


The little church struggles for funds,
Swallowed from years of beanstalk choking,
By those who heard its love,
Their greed its hymns now revoking.


High high were the dreams encouraged,
From the little steepled pews,
Those who learned in it, reaped its love.
Have dwindled to too few.











 


Calm Now Is My Heart

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)



waves, calm now, but with regularity since the beginning of time, slap the jutting finger of land. calm now, but these black rocks have known the fury that comes with the winds. jagged, eroded from the endless pounding they take from the ocean, they will stand forever, patient, receiving the tender caresses which make up for the anger that roars when Neptune shows his temper. calm now, the wind soughs thru the trees that stand like sentinels on these rugged shores. calm now, as I sit, high on this rock overlooking the endless azure indolent movement of the sea. and I sigh as my heart is calm now.










 


From A High Place

By Marty (mjford19@aol.com)



What a beautiful site as we looked out the plane's window
The stain glass images as we crossed the Nevada plains
A plane trip that wasn't planned, but death of our brother
was a saddend journey we had to undertake
Bright lights blink steadily in Reno's native land
A majestic site for unknown eyes, who cross this grand terrain
No wonder my brother loved this place
The sites and sounds, the mountain range
Even tho his life was shortened with cancer
He lived it with ongoing love for life and family
I miss my baby brother, but he said Ive come to terms
that God will come and take me home
From a higher place, Heaven will be my final dwelling place.











 


From A High Place I Journey On

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)



A high place is most easily visualized as one that is tangible such as a cathedral, a mountain. the Sky Line Drive, a skyscraper, a ravine, a canyon, a pyramid, a lighthouse, a Mayan temple, a tree house or a cozy nook in the attic. The list is endless. Then there is the mental, emotional and spiritual “high place.” I am convinced that “from a high place” inside myself I am able to embrace a wider world view because–

different points of view
come out of high mindedness
as we journey on





Evelyn's girlhood bedroom window
much the worse for wear - ca. 1989



The in intangible nourishes the tangible. Combine the two and great and exciting things are possible. In my lifetime this combination has led me to high places far beyond my wildest dreams. I grew up on an Alabama farm on the fringes of Sand Mountain on the far reaches of the Appalachian Plateau just south of the wide Tennessee Valley. I was a dreamer. Alas, I was a worrier also. From my upstairs bedroom window, blowing soap bubbles into the air through an empty spool rubbed on a bar of soap in a zinc jar lid I tried to visualize what my life would be like when I grew up. That room was my “dreamer’s hide away” where I could go and close the door, read, experiment with my first makeup and experience poignant growing pains and wonder if I would ever be pretty enough! The years have flown, but the dreams, intensified through the lens of soap bubbles blown through an empty spool, have lived on and flourished! The view from that old window and the feel of it has changed. However, I still struggle with the “worrying.” In my adventures and views from various high places, worry is like a “distant hill” I sometimes struggle to conquer. An Unknown Author says it well:


WORRY



Worry is like a distant hill
We glimpse against the sky.
We wonder how we ever will
Get up a hill so high


Yet, when we reach the top, we see
The roadway left behind
Is not as steep and sheer as we
Have pictured in our mind



As we travel life’s journey with its hills and valleys, God doesn’t promise us easy travels. Hinds Feet in High Places, 1955, a classic by Hannah Hummard, speaks to my heart. The first chapter is an invitation to high places. Her extended allegory is taken from Habakkuk 3:19: “God my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me to go upon the heights.” A hind is a female red deer, just as a hart is a male red deer. The scripture reference is used to symbolize how deer are surefooted as they bound and leap with ease among the rocks and crags on the high places of the mountains. As the allegory unfolds, the story is all about God making ones feet like hind’s feet in overcoming difficulties in life The moral of her story sometimes comes to mind when I see deer in my back yard.




Evelyn climbed Chichen Iza
in 1992!



I live high above a ravine. Many mornings a doe shows up at the gazebo at the edge of the woods. Sometimes she is joined by her mate. Watching the scene below my bedroom window always holds me spellbound until they, surefooted in the way of deer, trot off down the slope. The operative word is “surefooted!” I was taught early on to place one foot in front of the other in climbing the sometimes slippery slopes of life. The rewards have been great. Each day is a new adventure. The spirit of adventure helps to conquer worry. When I call to mind the “rear feet to the front feet of the hind on the mountain” analogy, it helps me keep my mind and my heart in perfect correlation, in sync. The more successful I am in doing so, the more contentment I have.




Highest point in Akron
University of Akron's
Goodyear Polymer Building



Acquiring a BA at the University of Akron at age fifty is one such mountain I have climbed. The experience has enriched my life and has enabled me to reach heights I never dreamed as possible. In connection with my work and studies there I have had many occasions to literally put my feet on high places. I climbed Chichen Iza in the Yucatan Peninsula, the Space Needles in Seattle, Toronto and Niagara Falls, and experienced San Francisco ‘s sky line from the Golden Gate Bridge. Lombard Street was its own experience! And I climbed the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse. Studying abroad during my graduate work I took my first transatlantic flight. Seeing Ireland. Scotland and Amsterdam from the air just before landing at Schiphol airport was thrilling. Climbing steep narrow steps, I looked out Anne Frank’s bedroom window and tried to feel what she felt as the church bells chimed just across the way when she was in hiding, writing her Diary. Then there was the Afslutdijk–the dike that separates the North Sea from the Zuiderzee, built in 1932. As flat as Holland is, there still are high places to climb!




With "hind's feet in high places"
Evelyn graduates
with Tom at her side



I am fiercely proud of my Alma Mater located on Akron’s highest point! Tom claims it as well with an MA in engineering in 1966. When The Akron U Alma Mater is sung, Tom is taken back to his days "Far above Cayuga’s waters" at Cornell. The Cornell Alma Mater and that of the University of Akron share the same mellody. Together we share the University of Akron Alma Mater!


Close beside Cuyahoga’s waters,
Stream of amber hue.
O’er old Buchtel Summit’s glory
Waves the gold and blue
Hail we Akron!
Sound her praises.
Speed them on the gale
Ever stand our Alma Mater,
Akron hail, all hail



As the feet of the hind are to the mountain, so is the mind of man to the heights of life! --Glenn Clark











 


From A High Place

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)



A cloudy morning I awoke feeling alone
in a cabin,my true love had left me
Did not leave a note nor say goodbye
His last kiss on my lips from night before
Took a different way down the mountain
Turned at familiar spot and walked the path
Found where we had sat the day before
Stayed awhile thinking about things
Looked at the sea,feeling sad and lonely
Sky darkened and misty rain beyond.
Felt chilly and a haunted feeling surfaced
Saw a bus at a distance,coming my way
Hurried to the road, waved for it to stop
Got on and bus went on out of sight
With tears, looking back, wondering why












 

 

 



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