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| Treasured Scenes |
| I dream of yellow wheat and purple-misted hills, Small woven nests against the eaves and raucous daffodils, Of tiny petals veined with red, the smell of rain-washed earth, Cozy rooms where someone sings, and rocks gently by the hearth. -- Edna Jaques |
| Through the ample open door of a peaceful country barn, a sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; down a long winding road, with home near ahead, and haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. It is this scene I treasure. It is this scene I hold in my heart. -- Author Unknown |
| I do not treasure man-made things, objects owned by wealthy men and kings; The earthly gifts which money buys are made for fools and not the wise. But give me mountains, lakes and streams, great works of God to fill my dreams; Grass of green, sky of blue, the shining sun...there let me dwell til life is done. And, someday, when life's book shall close, I'll be content with what I chose. -- Anton Stoffle |
| I am longing for the meadows of the world. City-surrounded, I would seek and find Some flower-strewn, wind-swept meadow there to walk And rest my tired heart, my troubled mind. Breathing the clean air, bathed in sun's clear light, I would be healed and cleansed of the dust of years, There would be laughter again for my sober lips, And my eyes again would know relief of tears. Meadows were made for healing, for release-- I would walk them through and find their gift of peace. -- Grace Noll Crowell |
| The solid fundamental things of earth that never change, no matter what the age, Buck brush and willows by a shiny pond, a summer morning and the smell of sage, A sturdy cottage on a village street, a church door open to the passer-by, A mother leading home a tired child, a blue star glowing in a twilight sky. -- Edna Jaques |
| Fragrant flowers breathe a blessing On a spirit crushed and sore, That heals and soothes and comforts, And renews its hope once more. -- Myrtie Seaverns |
| I would like to send you a sunbeam, or the twinkle of a distant star; Or a tiny piece of the downy fleece that clings to a cloud afar. I would like to send you the dewdrops that glisten at break of day; And then, at night, the eerie light that mantles the Milky Way. But these are just wild wishes, so I'll send you a mere Godspeed; I'll clasp your hand, then you'll understand all the things I have left unsaid. -- Author Unknown |
| You call me friend...but do you realize How much the name implies... It means that down the years, Through sunshine and through tears, There's always someone standing by your heart. You call me friend...and thus your life and mine Grow richer in design... And I would have you know, Wherever you may go, There's always someone standing by your heart. -- Hilda Farr |
| LINKS: Abandoned Communities of Great Britain List of Lost Settlements in the UK French Villages Destroyed and Abandoned in WWI Ghost Towns of America Ghost Towns of the American West Ghost Towns.com Ghost Town Gallery Ghost Towns and Mining Camps Old West Ghost Towns Ghost Town Pix of Canada Ghost Towns of Canada Ghost Towns of South Carolina Forgotten Ohio Ghost Towns of Iowa Texas Ghost Towns Boomtown and Relic Hunters of Northeastern Washington "Flickr" Photo Gallery: Ghost Towns Rootsweb Mailing List Search Type "GHOSTTOWNS" in the search box and over 50 lists will appear. Rootsweb's "Bye-Gone-Towns" Mailing List Rootsweb's "Old West-Cowboys-IndianScouts" Mailing List (Scroll down about a quarter of the page--it's not a ghost town list, but I administer it & send out ghost town links sometimes.) |
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