A Poem that gives you Goosebumps.

Post 424 ~ ~ ~ Monday, 17th March, 2008.

Hi Everyone ~~ Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all.
I hope you all have a happy day and lots of fun.
All quiet here, just keeping cool is the main aim in
life. I think we are going to get a few days in the
20s rather than the high 30s C. Here's hoping.

My daughter, Julie sent me the following poem
which I hope you will enjoy. Thanks Julie, nice one.

A Poem that gives you Goosebumps.

A drunken man in an Oldsmobile; They said had run the light.

That caused the six-car pileup; On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about; And blood was everywhere.

The sirens screamed out eulogies; For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car; Was heard above the noise.

Her plaintive plea near split the air; "Oh, God, please spare my boys."

She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free.

But mangled metal held her fast; In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused; On where the back seat once
had been.

But all she saw was broken glass and; Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry.

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free; "Oh, God, don't
let them die."

Then firemen came and cut her loose; But when the searched the back.

They found there-in no little boys; But the seat-belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad; And was traveling alone.

But when they tried to question her; They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild; And screaming above the noise.

In beseeching supplication; "Please help me find my boys."

"They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue
to match."

One cop spoke up, "They're in my car; And they don't have a scratch."

"They said their Daddy put them there; And gave them each a cone.

"Then told them both for wait for Mom; To come and take them
home."

"I've searched the area high and low; But I can't find their Dad."

"He must have fled the scene; I guess, and that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said; While wiping at a tear.

"He could not flee the scene, you see; For he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked; "Now, how can that be true?"

The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came; And left a kiss for you."

"He told us not to worry: And that you would be all right.

"And then he put us in this car with; The pretty flashing light.

"We wanted him to stay with us; Because we miss him so.

"But, Mommy, he just hugged us tight; And said he had to go."

"He said someday we'd understand; And told us not to fuss.

"And he said to tell you Mommy; He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt; That what they spoke was true.

For she recalled their Dad's last words; "I will watch over you."

The fireman's notes could not explain; The twisted, mangled car.

And how the three of them escaped; Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed; In print so very fine.

"An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109."

The 7 Second Prayer, Just repeat this and see how God moves.

"Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and bless
my family, my home, my friends, and me. Amen."

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He
saw me, and He asked : "My child, what is your greatest wish
for today ?" I responded :

"Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this
message, their family and their special friends. They deserve
it and I love them very much."

The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning,
but not its end.
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Now for some Classic Irish Jokes. From our paper.

Car accident.
Murphy lay in hospital covered in bandages head to foot,
with just two little slits for his eyes.
"What happened to you ?" asked Cassidy.

"I staggered out of the pub and a lorry hit me a glancing
blow and knocked me through a plate glass window."

"Begod," said Cassidy, "It's a good job you were wearing
those bandages, or you'd have been cut to ribbons."
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The first says, " Aye, this is a nice bar, but where I come
from, there's a better one. At McDougal's, you buy a drink,
you buy another drink and McDougal himself will buy your
third drink."

The second then starts, "That sounds like a nice bar, but
where I come from, there's a better one called Quinns.
At Quinns you buy a drink, Quinn buys you a drink, you buy
another drink, Quinn buys you another drink."

Then the third pipes up, "You think that's good? Where I
come from, there's this place called Murphy's. At Murphy's
they buy you your first drink, they buy you your second
drink, they buy you your third drink, and then they take
you in the back and get you laid."

"Wow." say the other two. "That sounds fantastic!! Did that
actually happen to you ?'
"No," replies their friend, "but it happened to my sister."
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A Belfast man was ashamed of his accent, and decided to go
to elocution lessons in London.
Three years later he was speaking perfect BBC English , and
he decided to return home and celebrate with a drink..

He caught the Shuttle to Belfast, got a Taxi into the city and
walked into the first establishment he came to.

"I say, old chap," he said to the proprietor, "Perhaps you
could furnish me with a large gin and tonic and one of your
finest Havana cigars."

"You're from round here, aren't you ?" asked the proprietor.
"Good Grief, " said the stunned Belfast man. "How did you
know that ?"

"Well, you see, " said the proprietor, "this is a butcher's shop."
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Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Shawn O'Brien grew up
together and were lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed
cancer and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called
to his buddy, Shawn. "O'Brien, come here. I've a request for ye."
Shawn walked to his friend's bedside and kneels. "Shawny, ole
boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere.
I have one last request for ye to do."

O'Brien burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish.
It's done."
"Well under me bed, is a box containing a bottle of the finest
whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born, it was.

After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour
that fine whiskey over me grave, so it might soak into me bones
for all eternity."

"O'Brien was overcome by the beauty and in true Irish spirit of
his friend's request, he asked, "Aye, it's a fine thing you ask
of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But might I strain it first
through me kidneys ?"
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An Irishman and an American were sitting in the bar at Shannon
Airport. "I've come to meet my brother," said the Irishman.
"He's due to fly in from America in an hour's time It's his first
trip home in forty years."

"Will you be able to recognize him ?" asked the American.
"I'm sure I won't," said the Irishman, "after all, he's been away
for a long time."
"I wonder if he will recognize you?" said the American.

"Of course he will," said the Irishman. "Sure, and I haven't
been away at all."
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An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of
Guinness and sits at the back of the room, drinking a sip out
of each glass in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back
to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches
and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it, and
it would taste better if you bought one at a time."

The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers.
One is in America, the other in Australia, and I'm in Dublin.
When we all left home, we promised we'd drink this way to
remember the days we drank together. So I drink one for
each brother and one for me self."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it
there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always
drinks the same way.

One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other
regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to
the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want
to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences
on your loss.

The Irishman looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light
dawns and he laughs. Oh, no, everybody's just fine." he explains.

"It's just that me wife had us join that Baptist Church and I had
to quit drinking. Hasn't affected me brothers though !!"
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An elderly couple had been dating for some time. Finally, they
decided it was time for marriage. Before the wedding, they
went out to dinner and had a long conversation regarding how
their marriage might work.

They discussed finances, living arrangements, and so on.
Finally the old gentleman decided it was time to broach the
subject of their physical relationship.

"How do you feel about sex ?" he asked rather trustingly.
"Well," she says, responding very carefully, "I'd have to say
I would like it infrequently."

The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment. Then looking
over his glasses, looked her in the eye casually and asked,
" Was that one word or two words ?"
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Now to find a few quotes ~ ~ ~


Morning has broken; Like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken; like the first bird. ~~ Eleanor Farjeon.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
~ ~ ~ Noel Coward.

Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.
~ ~ ~ Edna Woolman Chase.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
~ ~ ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent
for writing, but I couldn't give it up, because by that time
I was too famous. ~ ~ Robert Charles Benchley.
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Enough for this post. I chose the first quote because a
blackbird flew on to my clothes-line while I was putting
some water on the garden, and she "talked" to me ~ all
a twitter and a bit unusual. Then she flew into the nest in
the wisteria and stayed there, so I guess she was telling me
of coming baby blackbirds. I like them, and they have
used the nest the last three years.

I hope all is well in your world, my friends and that the
week ahead will be a good one. It will be a shorter one
with Easter at the end of it. Take care, and be happy.
Love and best wishes to you all. Cheers, Merle.

Post 424 ~ ~ ~ Monday, 17th March, 2008.
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