Beauty

The Forest Ranger

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Nature

Across the dark waters, shimmering with a vision of the Guardian of this night,

I behold the soft whisperings of eagles' down left behind from Their nocturnal flight.

Across the bows of the ancient copse, they are followed by Rainbow trails awash in light,

Disguising the woodlands to be nothing more than a stage to Flirt and share sweet delight



Deep in the night, as snowy owls dance, the creatures that Hide from the day come awake.

The noble, grey wolf enobles its head, to pay homage to the Penumbrae to partake,

In the hunt with the great bear. Each are grateful for the Shelter of moonlight off the lake

Which impedes the feral dangers, until keen obfuscation Becomes certain and slake.



And, across the dark waters, so tranquil and deep, lovers Entwine on the distant shore,

Not discerning nor desiring a reality they can't see as they Step through the door

Of pleasant lodgings filled with old charm. I nurture this Wilderness for man to honor

The night's enchantment of divine visions, cool clean waters, A lovers' moonglow and more.



Only I know the sheltered truth that these dark mystic waters Have guarded with such care.

I am the watcher and the keeper of the mysteries that are Concealed way out there.

Marked trails show me that forest magic is protecting the Regal wolf and the brave bear.

When respect prevails on each side of the shore, no man, or Beast should have reason to fear.



11/16/00

Amy Riberdy

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Dedicated to all the hardworking men & women who serve to preserve our National Forests & Wildlife.

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MISS BROWN TO YOU

She could sing the blues,

oh, how she could belt them out.

Heart must have been stomped,

more than one time from the sounds of it.



She had a voice that was unique,

the tinkling ivory's in the background,

soft sound of horns, barely able to hear,

she was a gifted woman, her fire burnt out too soon.



She had a way of making you hang,

waiting for the next word sung,

thinking about her next sound,

you are intoxicated in her presence.



Oh, the one and only Billie Holiday,

I love to sit and listen,

she sings with such strong feeling,

must have been a heavenly connection.



The soul of this lady, mature before it's time,

Listen with an open heart, listen between the lines.

Does she sing from experience, is it just that gift,

able to make herself one with the listener.


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Foreign Smile

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Song Lyrics

I have this foreign smile

  It drives most people wild

I don’t know why I use it

  I guess I just abuse it

Please give me something

  Something I can’t see

Please give me something

  Something I don’t need

I’m walking away from you

  Cause it’s all that I can do

If I had my way with you

  I would be called a fool

So keep your distance

  Let me go

Maybe then

  You'll never know

Why you have this urge

  To see me daily

Never to kiss these lips so sweet

  I won't let you play me

Please give me someting

  Something I can't see

Please give me someting

  Something I don't need

I'll keep my smile

  And you'll never know

Where it came from

  You'll have to let go

Cause you are a coward

  Too scared to see

Who I am

  What I might be

So never look at me again

  And wonder what's behind my grin

I don't have time to explain

  I know you can't handle the pain

That love would bring if you loved me

  So let me pass by, let me be

Please don't give me something

  Something I can't see

Please don't give me something

  Something I don't need

You just can't handle me

  It drives you wild

As you keep wondering why...

  I have this foreign smile



Revised 11-2000







  


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