<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/johnniereb"><title>Raylean's Space - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/</link><description>My outlook on various areas of life, love and my belief in God.</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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597203" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597202" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597201" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597199" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595885" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595884" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595882" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595881" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595880" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595879" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597203"><title>Man's Best Friend</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597203</link><description>MAN’S BEST FRIEND A dog is man’s best friend it’s been said, A bowl of water, some food, a bone and a pat on the head, But how many of these best friends are known as Fred? A best friend shouldn’t be subjected to such dread. A noble friend should be named according to his personality, If a man...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597202"><title>Flowers and their effect on people.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597202</link><description>FLOWERS ABOUND Flowers are red, flowers are blue, Flowers come in many a color, many a hue; But to those who remain so true, Receive the message not so new. Flowers send many messages, it’s true, They send souls to flight who are blue, T’would be surprising to know how few, Who would receive such...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597201"><title>Ghost Towns Revisited</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597201</link><description>GHOST TOWN TRAGEDY What a crime has been committed in our beloved west, That earlier towns have been left behind, With no one living there to build their nest, Yet these towns still serve to remind. Life once abounded in these towns, Many a traveler walked these grounds, And sampled the many...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597199"><title>Poem regarding freedom.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/597199</link><description>ISLAND FREEDOM To be shipwrecked on a deserted island is but a dream, ‘Tis true that there would be no more ice cream, But to be able to pause and reflect it would seem, Would give us cause to better ourselves. Think of all the possibilities to improve ourselves, When we would be able to delve,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595885"><title>A poem about family life.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595885</link><description>RELATIVELY SPEAKING Although it’s true that we cannot pick our relatives, What pleasures there are when everyone gives, When everyone shows the love and respect for the One who lives, Within the family structure and abides in its midst. A family that prays together stays together, ‘tis true, And...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595884"><title>A poem about Pegasus.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595884</link><description>SIMPLY MYTHTIFYING The world has wonders to behold, But none have ever been so bold, As the wondrous creature known of old, As the creature we believe to be a myth. A creature of such wondrous grace, Found in another time and place, But there has never been found a trace, Of this creature for us...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595882"><title>A poem dedicated to my youngest sister.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595882</link><description>YOUNGER SISTERS No truer friend can ever be found, When a person is so earthbound; A younger sister is an angel gone aground, To set her vigil in heavenly love abound. A younger sister is an angel sublime, To make this earthly trip a rhyme, Who always shares her love and time, When life is...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595881"><title>A poem about God's messages.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595881</link><description>WINDY PASSAGE Who knew which way the wild wind blew, As long as it continued to go through? If it lets the heart be true, And never let it be blue. Many a soul feels the chilly wind, When no friendship is capable to mend, The heart during its time of need, Or when the heart fails to heed. God’s...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595880"><title>Poem Title: Traveling Companions</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595880</link><description>TRAVELING COMPANIONS Two pigs in a poke, Went for a walk, And left the gate ajar; As a result, they didn’t go far. When they turned back, They received some flack, First from each other, then their owner, Jack, Who threatened to put them both in a sack. The pigs went back in the yard, Both vowing...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595879"><title>A poem about the Irish and their love of poetry.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/johnniereb/595879</link><description>A WHALE OF A TALE The Irish are known the world around, To enjoy their poetry with the words they’ve found; Reasons and rhymes seem to abound, Never to let poetry go aground. Poetry lifted their lives on wings of eagles, And has never been trampled by the feet of beagles, Yet no better words have...</description></item></rdf:RDF>