WITH LABOR DAY BEHIND US

'Tis a day past

Our Labors,

And all through

These States,

Students greet school yards;

Amassed at their gates.

Summer begins

Its auspicious decline;

Yet nature replies,

Placing fruit on

The vine. 

_ written by L.P.-G.

P.S. A very happy birthday to my husband as well as wedding anniversary wishes to my daughter and her husband!!!

P.S.S. And love and kisses to my beautiful grandsons, with Jim back to school today and John already missing him...

THE POETRY of EMILY DICKINSON...Just Because

Because I could not stop for Death – 

He kindly stopped for me – 

The Carriage held but just Ourselves – 

(And Immortality).

We slowly drove – He knew no haste-

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His 'Civility' – 

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us – 

The Dews drew quivering and chill – 

For only Gossamer, my Gown – 

My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground – 

The Roof was scarcely visible – 

The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses’ Heads

Were toward Eternity – 

...With sincere wishes for peace and comfort to the McCain family

THE DEEP AND PROFOUND TRAGEDY OF EVANGELICALS...

HOPE RESIDES WITH THOSE INDIVIDUALS...

Who do not consent to deception:

“In prison, I fell in love with my country. I had loved her before then, but like most young people, my affection was little more than a simple appreciation for the comforts and privileges most Americans enjoyed and took for granted. It wasn't until I had lost America for a time that I realized how much I loved her".

"I loved what I missed most from my life at home: my family and friends; the sights and sounds of my own country; the hustle and purposefulness of Americans; their fervid independence; sports; music; information--all the attractive qualities of American life. But though I longed for the things at home I cherished the most, I still shared the ideals of America. And since those ideals were all that I possessed of my country, they became all the more important to me.” 

― John McCain, Faith of My Fathers: A Family Memoir

“I DON’T BELIEVE IN DESTINY. WE ARE NOT BORN TO BECOME ONE THING OR ANOTHER, left to follow helplessly a course that was charted for us by some unseen hand, a mysterious alignment of the stars that pulls us in a certain direction, bestowing happiness on some and misfortune on others.” 

― John McCain, Character Is Destiny: Inspiring Stories Every Young Person Should Know and Every Adult Should Remember

JUST QUINTESSENTIAL R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Talk about bringing back Motown 

memories!!