More than Dust in the Wind...

Smokey Blues...

September 2010 Mountain City Tennessee

Mom at Elaine's

Mom's Bread Pudding

Blend together in large pyrex (or oven safe) bowl:

4 cups milk

1 cup sugar

2 or 3 eggs

2 tablespoons softened butter

1-1/2 teaspoons cinnamon

 

Stir in: 

 

1/2 to 1 loaf of white bread, torn into pieces

 

Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour

Author Unknown

When you come to the edge of all that you know,

you must believe in one of two things:

there will be earth upon which to stand,
or you will be given wings

Anonymous poem

In Remembrance

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle morning rain.
And when you wake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Original Rockers!

poem by Charles Anthony Silvestri

The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head

I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight;
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night,
A frightening shadow, flickering light;
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep,

Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

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