Waffle and Writings! for Thursday, May 8, 2008

They stand clothed in summer finery lushly attired. When the season changes So do they; shedding green skirts Swinging full and easy with the breezes to multi coloured gowns That sparkle and catch the lights of night and day Rain or sunshine to dance To winter's edge When they shed their finest garments To stand shivering their scrawny limbs Await the advent of new greenery to cloak their nakedness with fashion's whimsical fancy. ©Ilana Leeds May 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

'Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.' Mark Twain Conversations with my mother and ‘NO I DON’T WANT TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER.’ Today I got up early as I could not sleep. I decided at 6am that I should talk with my mother. It was a mistake. From being depressed about my jobless state and lack of financial solvency I became even more depressed and started to think of myself as a... Sign in to see full entry.