Upon the shores of Evermore The skies are deeply blue The flowers bloom in great display And gather morning dew The bluebirds sing a special song Marked with trills so seldom heard I strain to hear the golden notes I guess perfection is the word! The wind blows gentle breezes That rarely give a chill And I can't feel sad or lonely The day is calm and still The grass is green and tender A carpet at my feet And if someone is passing by We nod, so pleased to meet I'll stay here til forever Passes by my open door And even then, I'll beg more time To dwell in Evermore Karen Shaw Matteson © 2001

Whatever course you decide upon,
there is always someone to tell you
that you are wrong. There are
always difficulties arising which
tempt you to believe that your critics
are right. To map out a course of
action and follow it to an end
requires....courage.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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