"The flavor of watermelon comes through beautifully in this homemade sherbet recipe."
+4 cups diced seedless watermelon
The year is 1958 and I am 14 yrs old on safari with my step dad and 2 of his friends it is night out on the Maasai Mara I sit by the fire listening to the talk and especially the tales the P.H.is telling of lions coming into safari camps at night and how one walked right through his tent one night while he slept..he noticed the tracks (pug marks) on waking now this was scary enough but it was the lions roaring out on the velt that along with his stories that gave me the shakes.
At night when the place is quiet..I sit alone
this is my dream time,
a time when I play my songs and let them take me
back to when I was young-and free.
Back when the world was like a three dimensional map
and I was free to go where and when I pleased.
I need this time alone
to dream. In the morning..or early afternoon if my Creator
smiles on me again I'll gladly face the day ..my loving wife beside me
cats surrounding me....but until then....…
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I wanted a good look at the old soldier's eyes
With a towel cross his shoulders to soak up the sweat…
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The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail Robert William Service
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames.
A pane of glass was in his eye, and stockings on his stems.
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore,
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking…
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Bessie's Boil - Poem by Robert William Service
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
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This one reminds me of a friend I knew in Vietnam ..in the thick of battle or in the brothels of Saigon he was always trying to save my soul..in the end he saved his own and that's all that mattered..RIP Sammy
The Ballad Of Salvation Bill
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic…Continue
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An outworn harlot, lost to hope,
With staring eyes and hair that's hoary
I hear her gibber, dazed with dope:
I often wonder what's her story.
I remember stories my granddad told me as a child of 12 about Cocaine and the damage it could do and how it was legal around the turn of the century and even though he ran booze during the prohibition years he never touched the stuff but a sister got addicted to it and died at 31.He recited this poem to me…Continue
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The Ballad of East and West
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though…
They turned him loose; he bowed his head,
A felon, bent and grey.
His face was even as the Dead,
He had no word to say.
He sought the home of his old love,
To look on her once more;
And where her roses breathed above,
He cowered beside the door.
She sat there in the shining room;
Her hair was silver grey.
He stared and stared from out the gloom;
He turned to go…
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It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I…
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The Joy Of Being Poor
Robert W. Service
Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich;
But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch!
When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and rare,
And I had but a single coat, and not a single care;
When I would feast right royally on bacon, bread and beer,
And dig into a stack of hay and doze like any peer;
When I would wash beside a brook my solitary shirt,
And though it…
The GREAT FATHER above a SHEPHERD CHIEF is.
I am His and with Him I want not.
He throws out to me a rope and the name of the rope is love
and He draws me to where the grass is green and the water is not dangerous,
and I eat and lie down and am satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down
but He lifts me up again draws me into a good road.
His name is WONDERFUL .
Sometimes, it may be very soon, it may be a long long time,
He will draw…
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If there were ever a time to dare, to make a difference,
to embark on something worth doing,
it is now.
Not for any grand cause, necessarily,
but for something that tugs at your heart,
something that's your aspiration,
something that's your dream.
You owe it to yourself to make your days here count.
~ Macintosh computer ad, 1991 ~…
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Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit
If I thought you were sent by the creator
I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me
But understand me fully…
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Crow has brought the message
To the children of the sun
For the return of the buffalo
And for a better day to come
You can kill my body
You can damn my soul
For not believing in your…
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Robbie Robertson - It Is a Good Day to Die Lyrics
Artist: Robbie Robertson
Album: Music for the Native Americans
The general rode for sixteen days
The horses were thirsty and tired
On the trail of a renegade chief
One he'd come to admire
The soldiers hid behind the hills
That surrounded the village
And he rode down to warn the chief
They'd come to conquer and pillage
Lay down your arms
Lay down your spear
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