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I'll put it this way she has been walking around for 37 years with a piece of my heart clutched tightly in her hand.


Camac.

Sorry Camac, but there are some tricks that Dads fall for all the time, and daughters are one of them. Believe me I know.
Good stuff as usual, JC

JC Me to> I have two of them one 37 thother 32 and believe me its a miracle that I still have some heart left to pump blood. They are definately Caridiac Thieves.


Camac.

Camac, talking about daughters, check out something I wrote called: I’m Gonna Miss You When I’m Gone, (that’s if you haven’t seen it already)? It’s posted over on page 2 of Celtic Hearts, if you interested. Does anyone remember what this thread is about?
Later JC

Hi Camac,

Sorry I just read your poem today, been sick again. Don't know what's going on with me lately. It's rough.

I must say you have a big heart and you are a family man there is no doubt about it.

It looks to me that Daddy wanted to be tough but little darling had him all wrap up around her little finger and the story continues as I see it.
Well that's the secret love between daughters and fathers I guess.
That's call the female wiles. They must be charmers those two specially with Daddy. You must be a very proud man.

Altough I don't have kids, I do have what I call little friends here and one of them is a little chipmunk (Picolo) that's been living with us for 7 years now. And I wrote a piece about him.

My friend Picolo
What a little devil he is
Busy like a million bees
All day on the go
That small creature
From God's own nature
Always bring a smile on my face
He knows my home is his place
He looks at me with his face full of dirt
That gives him an air like a smirk
In summer he keeps me company
He likes it when I tickle his belly
What a wonder for this tiny fellow
Who give me his complete trust
Could be gone in dust
And I would grieve so for my friend Picolo.

That little devil can do as he likes around here. he comes in my house for peanuts and he just sits there waiting for me. Not even afraid of me. He's quite a fellow.
Maybe you'll ask how come I know it's him? He has a scar on the side of his head and the fur on his back has grey in it.
LOA

Camac, talking about daughters, check out something I wrote called: I’m Gonna Miss You When I’m Gone, (that’s if you haven’t seen it already)? It’s posted over on page 2 of Celtic Hearts, if you interested. Does anyone remember what this thread is about?
Later JC

Hi John,
I've read your poem about your daughter and I must say it is quite touching.
Sometimes as kids we do and say things to our parents without any knowledge of consequences until we get to adulthood. Or sometimes too proud to admit it. So that's when the ultimate "sacrifice" happens.

As for remembering what this thread is all about. Well I would say it's about poems. Anyone who wants to posts a new poem can do so I guess.

It's been a while since I've read something from you.
Although you crack good arguments in the "politics" thread I think you're better in poems sir. LOA

Camac. [/QUOTE]
Camac, talking about daughters, check out something I wrote called: I’m Gonna Miss You When I’m Gone, (that’s if you haven’t seen it already)? It’s posted over on page 2 of Celtic Hearts, if you interested. Does anyone remember what this thread is about?
Later JC


JC. I read your poem/song and I can relate to it. Never had any problems with the oldest but my young one use to drive me to tears at times.

Camac.

LOA;
I read about Picolo. Its good. I always thought chipmonks were cute little guys.

Camac.

PS. I finished Culloden. Let me know what you think.

Hi Camac,

I reread Culloden and I do prefer this modify end because it depict more what the initial cause was all about The Land of Scots being Free from English power.

And you know I think if all those great warriors who gave their lives then would see that Scotland is on it's way to freedom today what do you think they would have to say about it?

LOA

Ye are truely a talented lad, Camac...ye brought tears to my eyes. Ye know how to write from the heart & it is to let it out.

My Lady of Avalon;

I think all of them would be drunk with pleasure but also a bit disappointed as it will be a peaceful process and they ",woudnae be allowed tae bash the Bluidy English".


Camac.

I used to think that growing old
was reckoned just in years,
But who can name the very date
when weariness appears?
I find no stated time when man,
obedient to a law,



Must settle in an easy chair
and from the world withdraw.
Old Age is rather curious,
or so it seems to me.
I know old men at forty
and young men at seventy-three.



I'm done with counting life by years
or temples turning gray.
No man is old who wakes with joy
to greet another day.
What if the body cannot dance
with youth's elastic spring?



There's many a vibrant interest
to which the mind can cling.
'Tis in the spirit Age must dwell,
or this would never be:
I know old men at forty
and young men at seventy-three.



Some men keep all their friendships warm,
and welcome friendships new,
They have no time to sit and mourn
the things they used to do.
This changing world they greet with joy
and never bow to late;



On every fresh adventure
they set out with hearts elate
From chilling fear and bitter dread
they keep their spirits free
While some seem old at forty
they stay young at seventy-three.



So much to do, so much to learn,
so much in which to share!
With twinkling eyes and minds alert
some brave both time and care.
And this I've learned from other men,
that only they are old



Who think with something that has passed
the tale of life is told.
For Age is not alone of time,
or we should never see
Men old and bent at forty
and men young at seventy-three.




~"Old Age" By Edgar Guest~