A day at the History and Art Museum
a lovely day spent with friends the Chahully glass was wonderful we crossed the open air bridge across the freeway to see the glass displays with the sun shinning they were a glow with color the sunshine turned then into sparkling visions of wondrous color
. The art museum did not work for us there were some lovely pieces like the Andy Warhol self portrait that was great and the paper and cardboard dog was great big and fun. Other than that the Art show was disappointing The Spaghetti Factory was good I was surprised it was not crowded like I remember it; do you think the economy has hit the tried and true Spaghetti Factory the food and service was great and the price was right
. The art museum did not work for us there were some lovely pieces like the Andy Warhol self portrait that was great and the paper and cardboard dog was great big and fun. Other than that the Art show was disappointing The Spaghetti Factory was good I was surprised it was not crowded like I remember it; do you think the economy has hit the tried and true Spaghetti Factory the food and service was great and the price was right
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again