<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/elysianfields"><title>Elysian Pages  - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/</link><description>Words...poetry, prose, writings</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569390" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569061" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/568237" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569390"><title>Hometown Thoughts</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569390</link><description>September day, out and over hillsides Joined by visitors from ‘round our town I heard tell many a plan spoken, set and agreed while walking up and down Now and then the sun appeared to watch With an extraordinarily vague gleam We folks looked like pipers marching Each leading to the stream By...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569061"><title>Hello to All &amp;</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/569061</link><description>I want to thank you all for your 'welcome' back and for the lovely and endearing (to be cherished) comments you left for me on my last poem. Ezekiah is doing fabulous and mother Maegan as well. (Rob the daddy --- he's doing perfect too ) As you all know Texas has suffered the brunt of this...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/568237"><title>When Angel Wings Part</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/568237</link><description>And now my years I believe Has not been all a passing dream A rain passed, while, clouds parted Ah! You were born into the lovely morn Now and then I stood under billows of brightness but, with nature so transient even with the rosebuds in bloom, never have I witnessed such bliss as our first...</description></item></rdf:RDF>