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  • RE: Poems for Mary's Tea Room
    I am so sorry. When I proof read, my brain just filled in where the "k" should have been. I will try this again.....

    Posted by: Germanlady Posted on: 10/7/2007 6:57:32 PM
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    "DEERY"

    You are such a "deery"
    You're as sweet as you can be
    We're so glad that you are with us
    And we tell you, thankfully!

    Bless you, Deery! hugs, Germanlady
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    Thank You Germanlady for the little poem. *smile*

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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    [[[Deery Dear]]]]] I just had to come back and read a few of these poems to end the evening with a smile. Thank you again, Mary
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    You are Welcome Mary, glad you like them.
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    Remembered Joy
    by Gertrude Dicks

    My heart remembers joyful things like strawberries in June,
    The hush of evening when the day gives way to summer's moon.
    The rain that breaks the driest spell and returns the earth to green
    Will bring the same refreshing air when I relive the scene.

    Deep in the pockets of my heart these things are hidden well,
    But when I bring them into view--what stories they can tell.
    They speak of children in the hay where Tabby like to hide
    New members of her family and purr at them in pride.

    They spin a bit of mystery and weave the yarn until
    There's much to reminise about that age makes better still.
    And yet it seems a joyful heart will always find a way
    To add each happy moment to dreams of yesterday.
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    (((Deery)))
    I always loved reading your poems! Thank you and keep them coming I enjoy reading them to my dear mother during afternoon time just mother and daughter time! ~Karen & family
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    Your Welcome Karen. It is so good to see you. Hope you and family are doing well.
    God Bless,
    Deery
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    A Chinese Blessing
    by Helene B. Grouse

    I wish you, Friend,
    The finest thing
    That I can wish for you--
    Not health, nor wealth,
    Nor luck, but just
    A spirit of bamboo.

    Bend with the wind
    And thus survive,
    Though storms may flatten you.
    Weep not at fate,
    But spring erect
    As bamboo thickets do.

    Wealth may be lost,
    And health may fade,
    Yet you'll be wise and true
    If you can bend
    And you can grow
    With a spirit of bamboo!
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    From THE Art of Tea and Friendship
    Paintings by Sandy Lynam Clough
    www.sandysteasocity.com

    I'm sending you love and tea,
    To warm your winter's day.
    Think of me as you pour your cup
    And all the good things we would say.
    If we could be together now
    Instead of miles apart,
    We'd sip our teas and memories,
    The sweet warmth fills the heart.
    by Susan Young
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    A Favorite

    The singing in god's acre

    Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies,
    Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies.
    Their radiant wings are folded, and their eyes are bended low,
    As they sing among the beds whereon the flowers delight to grow,--

    "Sleep, oh, sleep!
    The Shepherd guardeth His sheep.
    Fast speedeth the night away,
    Soon cometh the glorious day;
    Sleep, weary ones, while ye may,
    Sleep, oh, sleep!"

    The flowers within God's Acre see that fair and wondrous sight,
    And hear the angels singing to the sleepers through the night;
    And, lo! throughout the hours of day those gentle flowers prolong
    The music of the angels in that tender slumber-song,--

    "Sleep, oh, sleep!
    The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
    He that guardeth His flock the best
    Hath folded them to His loving breast;
    So sleep ye now, and take your rest,--
    Sleep, oh, sleep!"

    From angel and from flower the years have learned that soothing song,
    And with its heavenly music speed the days and nights along;
    So through all time, whose flight the Shepherd's vigils glorify,
    God's Acre slumbereth in the grace of that sweet lullaby,--

    "Sleep, oh, sleep!
    The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
    Fast speedeth the night away,
    Soon cometh the glorious day;
    Sleep, weary ones, while ye may,--
    Sleep, oh, sleep!"

    Eugene Field

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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    Love Gifts
    by Helen Corley Cooper

    I have a little garden...
    It's as prized as it can be,
    For every seed and bulb and plant
    Was a gift of love to me.

    Some came when I was ill,
    Expressions from a friend.
    Oh, the beauty of my garden thrills
    And never seems to end.

    I even have a plant or two
    That are unaccounted for;
    Seeds dropped, perhaps, by passing bird
    In migration from afar.

    Each season has its blossoms,
    Each day another bloom,
    And though my garden seems so full
    I still can find some room
    To tuck a plant or two away
    That to my garden finds its way.
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    A Singing Bower
    by Maxine McCray Miller

    My garden thrives in rose and gold;
    Its walks are broad and long,
    And up and down its wide expanse
    Is heard the bright bird song.

    But if I had no friend to share
    Its beauty and repose,
    Its blooms would seem less sweet and gay
    For as the blossom grows...

    So is the heart that sees the joy
    Of friendship's bud and flower,
    And in the sun of peace and love
    Makes days a singing bower.
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    Afternoon Tea
    by Marianna Jo Arolin

    My copper kettle whistles merrily
    And signals that it's time for tea.
    The fine china cups are filled with the brew.
    There's lemon and sugar and sweet cream, too.
    But, best of all there's friendship, between you and me,
    As we lovingly share our afternoon tea.
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

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    Invitation
    by Stella Craft Tremble

    I'll wax the tables till they gleam
    Like newborn hope within a dream;
    Will shine the windowpanes and flick
    The dust from every mantel brick;
    I'll use a fragile china tray
    Where violets sprawl in dainty spray,
    The room in green as soft as moss,
    Reflecting light that falls across
    The satin drapes as pale as gold
    Will have more charm than it can hold!
    I'll serve new bread cut crystal-thin,
    And sandwiches most feminine.
    Rose fragrance from a single bloom
    Will rise like incense in the room,
    While thoughts as gay as tropic flowers
    Will brighten up the passing hours
    We can be thoughtful, deep, or gay
    In all the things we have to say...
    So visit me at half-past three,
    And join me in a cup of tea!
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    As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

  • RE: Poems for Mary's Tea Room
    Dear Deery, I find myself visiting again and again and each time I read a poem I find it settles in a tender spot...just right inside my heart. There is nothing like a poem set out with a cup of tea and the little hope of company. It truly makes me wish for more...please! Your friend, Mary
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