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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 9, 2016 - 08:37am PT
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The mundane is what life is mostly about.
Learn to appreciate the little things we take for granted, like eyes and ears.
And for some of us, a sense of rhythm; or even the ability to spell "rhythm."
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edit: Remember, the Lord loves a workin' man, don't trust Whitey, and see a doctor and get rid of it, Flip Flop.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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and one for gnomey
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Thanx's for the wink & nod, ( toothless, with a bulbous chin )
I see, my buttress abides but yours has the size,
did you mean 2015 ?
In the snaps or were they from this weekend that has just past 2/6/16?
I see them when I close my Weepy eyes;
- the kids have out grown their wonder at rocks that are bigger than anything they've ever seen -
I need to get us out there....
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Need something to wash down those biscuits and pancakes.
Why not try the ST drink of forum_champs.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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...I thought I heard a noise last night
It must've been the wind
But was it a foreboding
Of the beginning or the end?...
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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...Something way out there was calling
I thought I heard it speak to me
It brought back memories of catharsis
That proved as strange as strange could be...
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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...Did I hear voices from the mountain
Or were they voices in my head?
But I'm convinced had I not heard them
Had not I heard them I'd be dead...
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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...A whispering on the wind
That of ancient folk of lore
Was a'pullin at my heartstrings
Thought I'd never know what for...
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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A Song in the Wood
There was a song in the wood
Long ago around the fire
There was a song in the wood
A song of love beyond desire
Long before I fought the world
Long before my callow ways
Colored my eyes the palest blue
And cast a pall over my days
There was a song in the wood
That didn't taste of bitter days
It was sweet like mountain waters
But it was lost within the haze
Of the cold indifferent fear
Of a spirit burned by heartbreak
And with cynical mistrust
I learned to take what I could take
Imbued with power I was free
But did not understand the cost
As it would go the hard times found me
Until one day my spirit was lost
There was a song in the wood
And the song sang out to me
I could not hear with deafened ears
With blinded eyes I could not see
That's when I fell down from the mountain
With no one there to rescue me
That's where I tumbled all a'broken
And came to rest below a tree
That's when I thought I heard some voices
And the smell of burning wood
But 'twas the smell of wounded pride
And other things in me not good
And there below me on the moss
Between the toadstools on the sand
There were tiny dancing people
With tiny fiddles in their hands
And their song was light and joyful
They never paid me any mind
With their music strange and soulful
Their tiny faces warm and kind
I must admit their music touched me
It pulled at heartstrings deep inside
That's when I felt my soul unwinding
And something deep inside me died
I fell asleep besides those toadstools
I fell asleep and slept for weeks
And when I woke I heard some footsteps
As I looked up to mountain peaks
And all along I had been walking
I didn't know how I'd got there
I don't recall my ever waking
But was refreshed without a care
I heard a song in the wood
And it called out to me
There was a song in the wood
And it speaks to you and me
There is a song in the wood
We can find peace in some things
When our love comes with acceptance
Then only love is all we bring
There is a song in the wood
It's where my heart will always be
There is a song in the wood
And it's there for you and me
-bushman
02/09/2016
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Heaven and Hell
For heavens sake's the prayers it takes
To swerve a heathen from their goal
No prayers on earth or hell below
Volcanos or the Arctic snow
Would save me from where I might go
Some don't believe in heaven
And heaven help you if you do
To think that those who see no God
Should fear that God
Yes heaven help you if you do
And heaven help you find your way
When someone thinks that it's okay
To think they have the right to say
With no more fear
There's no one but us 'Who's' down here
'Cause I will think and say and do
In regards to God and who knows who
Good heavens they won't have me
And I believe this to be true
But hell will never have me too
-bushman
02/09/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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I read every word, I read every word OUT LOUD I read every word out loud twice,
Yet I fear that if I was 1st to respond I'd Cause you to stop,
I did not want to curtail your roll
So
I read every word again and again out loud,
every word that third time was as if it was the first time I'd spoken them,
except I spoke in proper verse, a canter not a gallop I was slower now
It was not meant to be a race
A race expressing when and where
I choose where to emphasize and where to raise my voice
hope I choose as the bushman would have
As if he himself - in gruff woods mans voice was here in my cozy nook,
you would hardly fit and for of that I'm sure
I spoke aloud the, A Song In The Wood, for a fourth time -
And now here I stood,
alone open mouthed,
that one so tough,
so hardened by life's mistrusts
Yet still able to weaver a fabric as fine as any silk in words
tremendous
even if it is of small effort, which too would be remarkable...
but I think it, the words , work magic on your soul
and the tough workings and the way they meld together
come only after work,
sheets of paper torn away the result is significantly bracing
Thank you seems not enough
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Thanks Gnome
On Old Love Songs
There is 'A Song in the Wood'
An old love song I wrote
In my wild hopeful youth
A verse once remembered
And recited by rote
Always stuck in my head
Like my 'Puppy Dog' song
I would play for my kids
And my grandkids and dogs
And sing all night long
Once my college grad neice
Back when she was a teen
Her dad jammed like a rock star
She told me I couldn't play
And I barely could sing
But the 'Puppy Dog' song
Brought such joy to her heart
And some long yawning sighs
From my dogs who've loved song
Along with tears to my eyes
-bushman
02/09/2016
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 9, 2016 - 06:38pm PT
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Weirdness strikes very deep
Into your mind it will creep
If we are awake or asleep
Thoughts that we'd rather not keep
So put them down on paper
And watch them sit there,
Malevolence drained
Just words on paper
Nothing more
All the same, it don't come easy
Y'know it don't come easy
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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T A C O C A T
Sorry I spelled it backwards bizlekse-a'z a ditch....
Oops I wanted to post that to the short jokes thread,
May be I should just post
No Me - to the short joke thread
It is all that I can do not to add to the short joke thread just two words
Adam Burch like dirty words, fuk yous , they of course read as tom fool
Tired of the most tomfoolery, less is so much easier to make than more
I pray in Ernest for ole' drunken Chuck the once box blond Norwegian
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 9, 2016 - 07:11pm PT
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Randy Gnoman, short jokes a specialty.
Didja hear the one about Martin? It's a short one, too.
Devils Tower, 1933
NPS photo by George Grant.
A giant in out midst and only the Park Service knows for sure who took that shot.
Bird Rattler, 1933
NPS Photo by George Grant
George A. Grant (1929-1954)
George A. Grant was the first Chief Photographer for the NPS. He was hired by Horace M. Albright in 1929 to create a documentary file of images for use by the Service in reports, interpretive projects, education, and public information.
Grant, until his retirement in 1954, created approximately 30,000-40,000 images of NPS areas. These images include -- but are not limited to -- the following: events, personnel, architecture, archaeology, stamps, and Native Americans.
Because of their significance to NPS history, these images have been included in the National Park Service Historic Photograph Collection.
About Eminent NPS Photographers
The term "Eminent Photographer" is used to credit the individuals who have created a large body of work that documents our National Parks, the National Park Service, and the Cultural and Natural Resources found throughout the National Park System.
Although their photographs have been used in books, papers, and movies for over 70 years, the photographers of the National Park Service are often overlooked when credit is due.
Most often credit lines appear as “National Park Service Photograph”, “Courtesy of the National Park Service”, or simply “NPS Photo.”
I nearly got out of the car to get this shot, but cooler heads talked me out of it...too dangerous!
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