FairEllen
- Name: FairEllen
- Gender: Female
- Location: US
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Early Morning Sky, Gulf of Mexico 06/18/2008
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The Gulf from Fort DeSoto Pier 06/18/2008
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Sunset on Madeira Beach 04/27/2008
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Lone Seagull #1 04/27/2008
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Lone Seagull #2
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I was blonde at age six!
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On Madeira Beach 04/28/2007
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A Kite with No Strings - Flying Free
(Photo from unknown source)
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The Gulf from Fort DeSoto Pier 06/18/2008
Photo by FairEllen ©
Sunset on Madeira Beach 04/27/2008
Photo by FairEllen ©
Lone Seagull #1 04/27/2008
Photo by FairEllen ©
Lone Seagull #2
Photo by FairEllen ©
I was blonde at age six!
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On Madeira Beach 04/28/2007
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A Kite with No Strings - Flying Free
(Photo from unknown source)
Comments From Friends
FairEllen 81
Poetry
A restless heart must speak;
its salvation is poetry.
(Photo from unknown source)
A NEW HORIZON
Some years ago, my soul
revealed itself to me, and
the soul I found was far
beyond the definitions and
theology I had been taught.
Forsaking others, I set out
to be the free spirit
I was meant to be.
I have been to the bottom of the top
and to the top of the bottom,
though I have never reached either.
I have hidden beneath the
covers of pride, and have stood
before an audience of peers,
who cheered my rebellion.
And now, entering into a new phase
of life, I remember not so much
my sacrifices and accomplishments,
but the laughter of an innocent
little girl, who climbed to the
top of a live oak tree
just to prove she could; and
the pinched smile of her father
as he scolded her.
I have loved, lost, loved, and
lost again. I'm okay with that.
I am weary, but no longer in
competition with myself and
my pride.
Seasons of life become
a concatenation, and that is
somehow comforting.
There is always sunshine after
a storm, and the birds always
return to their song; and
I know that, even as I enter
these unfamiliar grounds,
I will never fold my wings, for
they have served me well.
The rest of my life beckons.
My lighthouse is the remembrance
of where I have already been.
© FairEllen 2007
All rights reserved
its salvation is poetry.
(Photo from unknown source)
A NEW HORIZON
Some years ago, my soul
revealed itself to me, and
the soul I found was far
beyond the definitions and
theology I had been taught.
Forsaking others, I set out
to be the free spirit
I was meant to be.
I have been to the bottom of the top
and to the top of the bottom,
though I have never reached either.
I have hidden beneath the
covers of pride, and have stood
before an audience of peers,
who cheered my rebellion.
And now, entering into a new phase
of life, I remember not so much
my sacrifices and accomplishments,
but the laughter of an innocent
little girl, who climbed to the
top of a live oak tree
just to prove she could; and
the pinched smile of her father
as he scolded her.
I have loved, lost, loved, and
lost again. I'm okay with that.
I am weary, but no longer in
competition with myself and
my pride.
Seasons of life become
a concatenation, and that is
somehow comforting.
There is always sunshine after
a storm, and the birds always
return to their song; and
I know that, even as I enter
these unfamiliar grounds,
I will never fold my wings, for
they have served me well.
The rest of my life beckons.
My lighthouse is the remembrance
of where I have already been.
© FairEllen 2007
All rights reserved
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