Howdy all, I don't have much time to write a whole lot because of all of the papers due and the company coming into town but I would like to leave a lovely piece of poetry for all to gnaw on so here it goes............ That Elizabeth Barrett was a lucky, lucky gal, huh? 

Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

Then the two hearts beating each to each!-------Robert Browning All for now...... Goddess Bless