The winding staircase at the Ben Conger Inn is beautiful during the holidays.
Outside the ice and snow are beautiful under the holiday lights.
Gold and silver ornaments adorn the pine wreath on the door.
Dinner at the Bed and Breakfast is a magical time.
The Goose is cooked to perfection and not to order the succulent bird would be a crime.
The drifts are wind-whipped and piled high along the walk as you enter the front door.
The waiters are "at the ready", with hors d oeuvres and wine to keep you in just the right mood.
Wind-whipped windows crackle
Like poorly painted frosted glass,
The sooted fireplace crackles, too,
Competing like a noisy class.
ďAt the readyĒ stands the master,
We must play like a family,
We must obey tradition,
Appearances arenít free.
I plod for gold and silver,
Bring home my paycheck, too,
Stand in attention to your manners,
Thatís the least that you should do.
Down the old oak winding staircase,
Rustling in her white taffeta gown,
Trips the masterís first-born daughter,
With a tiara like an English crown.
Itís a magical night for a wedding,
The buggyís waiting parked outside,
Accompanied by tuxedoed groomsmen,
To carry a non-blushing bride.
The master wipes a tear of ice,
His worries have just begun,
For not only does he owe for this,
On the way is a new grandson.
Year's End 2009
By Diana Mercedes (firstname.lastname@example.org)
It was gold and silver.
The Golden Age of Cinema,
The Silver Screen
When glamour was King
Garbo and Hepburn,
Bette and Claudette
Cary Grant, Gary Cooper,
Gable and Lombard.
They didn't seem to work that hard
Charisma always 'at the ready'
Heady days - star filled nights
LA skies announcing searchlights
Footprints in cement,
Legends whirlwind lives spent
Glossy eight by tens
Flashing smiles only to be envied
It was a magical time
When a nation needed fantasy
To keep harsh reality
From seeping between cracks
And the under the doorjamb
Murky waters of doubt and desperation
Flooding into homes and minds
When will it end?
In the meantime there is the Cinema,
Rogers and Astaire flickering there
In a darkened movie palace
Watch them gliding, mirrored dance floor,
Lives of luxury, lives of ease
The biggest worry; will he earn her trust?
Of course he must, before he does
He'll swing and lift and launch
They'll tap and swoop and ascend
The winding staircase to a
Happy Hollywood ending.
And the country will survive
They will attack, we will fight back
A sleeping giant, Yamamoto right
They hatched a force of power and might
Mobilized, we saved the world from evil
From the wind whipped Pacific campaign
To the shores of Africa and back again
We showed what we were made of
We found ourselves, but lost our love
Of fairytale romance,
Reality came home to roost.
The Cinema today, I don't attend
I have to say.
Occasionally, they'll make a film
About people and romance
"It's Complicated" seems like one
But mostly previews on TV
Seem to be
As a steel ice pick through the eye.
Year's End 2009
By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)
Looking out the window
I see the wind-whipped tree.
I am waiting for the snow.
Shovel is "At the ready"just for me.
I take the winding staircase to the attic.
Up here I feel all alone.
Flakes of gold and silver
Around the windows are blown.
Will this snowfall outlast 2009?
Or just blow away overnight?
The end of the year is a magical time.
Ice on trees seems so right.
Winter Slide Show
The Day After
Ho Ho Ho
Sounds and Sights of the Newborn King
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