Yes it is true we in Gig Harbor and all communities near by will have a wonderful Regional Art Center with all the facilities needed by local artist and their audience's, theaters for the preforming arts, music dance and so much more. Check it out go to the web site GHACA and read about it first hand; click on the video and enjoy; also send a check of support for this wonderful asset to our communities; the land has been donated and the wonderful design complete now we go into the feasibility study and we need the local artist to come out and send cash for this worthy project, just think how you and your family will be influenced by this wonderful venue in our own community, concerts, plays, film festival, quilt shows and classes wow it is going to be great; and with your help it will be here sooner.
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| We artist attended the wonderful party to kick off the fund raising for GHACA feasibility study |
Janet Larson enjoying the entertainment
Ann and Sherry
wonderful you dancer she was so good
they all were
There were three lovely young dancers, thespians', two musical groups and wonderful foods and drink a good time was had by all.
Saturday afternoon we went into town and took a picnic to Ruston way and enjoyed the beauty of a summers day
Then we drove around checking out landscaping and per chance a garage sale--Wow we
spotted this yard, someone does not have enough to do, it looks different and nice in its own way.
Ann and Sherry
wonderful you dancer she was so good
they all were
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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