tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37594650738573921602012-02-16T06:22:14.702-08:00NanaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13904325399370314625noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759465073857392160.post-33156977909692028942010-07-27T06:37:00.000-07:002010-07-27T06:41:19.533-07:00Of all the words of tongue and pen,<br />Of all the woes of mice and men,<br />The saddest of these are miles and miles<br />Of ever-present paper piles.<br /><br />The gathering storm of humankind<br />Lies not in sin nor pain of mind<br />But can be viewed on any desk,<br />The peace of any day to wreck.<br /><br />They sit on desks, they sit on chairs<br />Multiplying unawares,<br />Till the faint-hearted sort them into files<br />To multiply again into file-piles.<br /><br />"Get thee behind me" is a useless plea--<br />They're here to torment me and thee,<br />Until at last the day comes when<br />In Paper Pile Heaven they'll be born again.<br /><br />By Linda McDonald Hite 2010 copyright<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759465073857392160-3315697790969202894?l=nandasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NanaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13904325399370314625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759465073857392160.post-77218889321242548492010-07-26T16:38:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:23:04.335-07:00"Waylaid"<br />by Linda McDonald Hite (Copyright)<br /><br />Out of the stillness of the night,<br />White on the wings of sinless flight,<br />Bearing the brunt of hallowed light,<br />Solitude calls to me.<br /><br />Every clamorous chaos found,<br />Every foe from the netherhost drowned<br />Felled by the fray of ferocity's sound,<br />Be under, over me.<br /><br />Every benighted, beleagered host<br />Every unfurled and unfounded ghost<br />Talk of the shadows and hide the most;<br />Leave me where I may be.<br /><br />Come with me mellow and meager and mild,<br />Come with me, soul of a little child<br />Come and be hazy and honied and wild<br />Always inside my own.<br /><br />Pushing me, pushing me forward free,<br />All of the tightened and tetheredmost flee<br />Off be thy garments with garish glee,<br />Silkily loosing thee.<br /><br />Gone be the raiments of iron and steel<br />Sweet be the beauty of naked reveal,<br />Flowing and flying and feigning to kneel,<br />Never to chafe evermore.<br /><br />Ever the tidings of sea and of sound<br />Come for thee ever to keep thee unbound<br />Ever look heavenward, round and round,<br />Keeping thine eyes thy own.<br /><br />Run away, runaway fast and free<br />Let thy feet, only feet, solely thine be<br />Shackles and shamefuls and sicklies see<br />None to be owned by thee.<br /><br />Out of the stillness of nameless dread,<br />I am the stillest hallowed head,<br />Safe from the river running red,<br />I am beside my lord.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759465073857392160-7721888932124254849?l=nandasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NanaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13904325399370314625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759465073857392160.post-19672251831577134902010-07-12T18:34:00.001-07:002010-07-25T16:10:21.845-07:00Having trouble uploading this story I made for my grandchildren Rees, Nicolette, Remy, and Shai Ann Hite. It has lots of pictures in it. Stay tuned.<br /><br />~NanaLinda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759465073857392160-1967225183157713490?l=nandasnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NanaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13904325399370314625noreply@blogger.com0