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The Grape Arbor By Becky (C)October 1, 1998

Under the old grape Arbor I would sit Watching bees buzz and butterflies flit From flower to flower to gather the nectar Then fly higher up to the next sector of the bower of leaves so thick and full To cause shadows so cool it did lull me into a state of peace so sweet my hovering conscious reached out to greet the small childish dreams of life to come A mansion in the clouds would be my home A handsome prince would take me there To his lovely castle high up in the air I would wear rubies, diamonds and pearls wound up in my hair piled high with curls and dance with my prince till came the dawn I was off to my tower to climb then to yawn To sleep and dream of delicious things to eat In these dreams all foods were wonderfully sweet Pies, cakes, cream puffs and candy bars There were no such dreams of hate and wars Then I would wake to greet the day Dress in silks and satins then to sashay Down the spiral stairs to an outside scene Of trees and lakes and grass so green And swans with necks so regally curved I watched them as they glided then swerved as they came to shore where we would meet One would spread his wings to form a seat I would then be taken across to an isle There just to sit and rest for awhile To gaze at wolves, bunnies, bears and deer All playing, all showing no such thing as fear Like magic a long laden table would then appear topped high with fruits, sweets and lots of root bear With the wonderful birds and animals I would share and eat till all that was left was the table so bare Then music would surround us so soft and sweet Our eyelids grew heavy and then we did sleep In my dream I heard a soft long away voice say Come inside child 'tis the end of the day I would open my eyes, my lovely dream did fade and there would be Mama with me in the shade stroking my hair, with a gentle smile said she "Want to get up and come in the house with me I have some corn bread and taters and greens." Nothing compared to my just faded dreams I would lie there, tell her where all I had gone Then look in her eyes, where all her love shone And knew the most wonderful place ever to be Was under the Grape Arbor just Mama and me.
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Who Me? By Becky (C) October 1, 1998

Now just who would I be if I couldn't be me Let's check back through the annals of History There was Noah who built such a great big boat Then came Joseph with the Tri-colored coat There was David, Saul and Samson the hunk What of the St. from Assisi the bald-headed monk As Cleopatra I could simply float down the Nile But guess that would kinda bore me after awhile A great woman who contributed like Madame Curie Or a Can Can dancer on stage in Gay Pa'rie Carie Nations, Sally Ride, Madonna to name a few If you could not be you then what would you do There are so many greats to choose from you see So I guess I am stuck with just being me.
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