tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198782882012-01-09T10:17:34.005-08:00Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08990418413388950446noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19878288.post-1134606503239772992005-12-14T16:28:00.000-08:002012-01-09T10:15:15.999-08:00<p><font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#00ccff" size="3"><strong>THE BROOK AND THE OCEAN</strong></font></p><br /><p><font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#00ccff" size="2"><strong>A bubbling brook on a summer day,<br /><br />singing merrily on its way;<br /><br />Calm and serene, I watched it go<br /><br />Like the years glide on their onward flow.<br /><br />The years passed swiftly, too swiftly it seems, <br /><br />For now I'm old and I've had my dreams;<br /><br />Yet some of them have come to naught,<br /><br />Like the surface of stones the water has wrought<br /><br />In the strangest ways, so my life has been.<br /><br />And like the brook, I must still go on<br /><br />'Till I come to the source from whence<br /><br />I started-life and I.<br /><br />But life and death go together, Like the brook meets the <a href="http://www.americanaquariumproducts.com/Shells.html" title="Ocean Decor">ocean</a> forever and ever.<br /><br />By Maude Elinor Bowers Van Order (My Great Grandmother).</strong></font></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19878288-113460650323977299?l=brookandocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08990418413388950446noreply@blogger.com8