The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree Quotes
The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
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The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree Quotes
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“Thoughts
thoughts. Are they not mine?
I think, I write, I type.
Thoughts. Are they wise?
Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book.
Thoughts. Are they master piece?
Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred Nobel?
Thoughts. Are they not mine?
Gift of God?
they are not mine.”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
thoughts. Are they not mine?
I think, I write, I type.
Thoughts. Are they wise?
Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book.
Thoughts. Are they master piece?
Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred Nobel?
Thoughts. Are they not mine?
Gift of God?
they are not mine.”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“Carpe Diem
By Edna Stewart
Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can't I?
The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it amuse me or frighten me?
Does it rub salt in an old wound? Horace, Shakespeare, Robert Frost and Walt Whitman my loves,
we've all had a taste of the devils carpe of forbidden food.
My belly is full of mourning over life mishaps of should have's, missed pleasure, and why was I ever born?
The leaf falls from the trees from which it was born in and cascade down like a feather that tumbles and toil in the wind.
One gush! It blows away. It’s trampled, raked, burned and finally turns to ashes which fades away like the leaves of grass.
Did Horace get it right? Trust in nothing?
The shortness of Life is seventy years, Robert Frost and Whitman bared more, but Shakespeare did not.
Butterflies of Curiosities allures me more.
Man is mortal, the fruit is ripe. Seize more my darling!
Enjoy the day.”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
By Edna Stewart
Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can't I?
The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it amuse me or frighten me?
Does it rub salt in an old wound? Horace, Shakespeare, Robert Frost and Walt Whitman my loves,
we've all had a taste of the devils carpe of forbidden food.
My belly is full of mourning over life mishaps of should have's, missed pleasure, and why was I ever born?
The leaf falls from the trees from which it was born in and cascade down like a feather that tumbles and toil in the wind.
One gush! It blows away. It’s trampled, raked, burned and finally turns to ashes which fades away like the leaves of grass.
Did Horace get it right? Trust in nothing?
The shortness of Life is seventy years, Robert Frost and Whitman bared more, but Shakespeare did not.
Butterflies of Curiosities allures me more.
Man is mortal, the fruit is ripe. Seize more my darling!
Enjoy the day.”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“There are no Rules in Art . . .Only Creativity”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“..... As one looks with the beatiful eyes upon a soul . . Only God is perfect."
-Edna Stewart”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
-Edna Stewart”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“It's not the error in the book, it's the thought that counts.”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“As one looks with the beautiful eyes upon a soul . . . Only God is perfect”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“little birdy fly's away from the nest on its own and comes back with one twig and you invite it back in, it will bring more!”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“Where would we be without the success of our mothers?”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
“An allusion is something we refuse to see, but we see what we want to see....”
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
― The Call of the Christmas Pecan Tree
