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Hi there...I see new faces and its always exciting to meet new people...so welcome...Ted sounds like he's having fun this weekend....sounds like an few of us are getting over personal problems also....but taking things into our "POE power" as Ron says...we'll over come...Yes.do have an good weekend everyone!!

PS...I don't know what to do with "Bennett" in another long time web site I belong to she won't get out of her bathrobe and take the crazy tin foil hat off her head as I'm trying to impart some wisdom that way...any suggestions? Maybe she's drinking...this is most unusal for her.

Hi Everyone:  I just read for thru the last week of postings here.  We didn't suffer any significant storm damage, I'll tell about it in the weather thread.  Hope you are all well and having a wonderful weekend.

I have a 4-day weekend.  whoo-hoo!  I was off work yesterday, and Monday is Columbus Day in the US.  It's not a major holiday, mostly just banks and govt. agencies are closed that day.  It marks the day in 1492 when Christopher Columbus supposedly "discovered" America.  

Hi Cathy:  Wonderful to see you too.  I love your avatar.

I just lost my post again..darm it...get to worn out to re-type it.....OK, decided to make things an bit more homey around here....so went and got some books to read...started up the sewing machine for Chirstmas PJ's for the boys...and opened up and started an 300 piece autunm scene puzzle....With the bigger screened flat screen Tv for sports...it's getting there.

There is no path I’d rather roam,
than these narrow lanes about my home,
to leave my troubles far behind,
as I follow its track to places kind.

Past verges green and crops of gold,
up gentle hill, along valley fold.
past flower meadow, over silver stream,
as I lose my thoughts to natures dream.

Perhaps this is the path my ancestors walked,
where a lonely shepherd dreamt, where lovers talked,
I feel their spirits wander by,
as we journey unseen together, beneath summer sky.

A distant church spire, tall and grand,
beneath which villagers pray, for health of their land.
I join with them in a silent prayer,
for the beauty around me I see,  I solemnly swear.

For along your path there is no wrong
just pretty flower, and bird of song
Natures beauty all around,
to fill my sight, to fill my sound.

Past English oak, through pastures new,
wherever you lead i shall follow you,
for you are my England, you are my home
and along your country lanes, my soul shall forever roam.

Ithought many new members had not seen this poem by Chris and therefore decided to re-surface it

I have previously typed this out in a nice text style, printed it alongside a leafy path leadinddg up to a Church in a village where my ancestors lived and put it in my Family History Book, thanks again Chris, now waiting for the next one