Monday, June 2


Photo taken at sunrise - the trees are reflected in the river.

The following poem was posted on the comments for Bud's passing by my friend, Sally, at I am posting it here, it is comforting.

There She Comes...

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads
her white sails to the morning
breeze and starts for the blue
ocean. She is an object of beauty and
strength and I watch her until at
length she hangs like a speck of white
cloud just where the sea and sky
come down to mingle with each other.
then someone at my side says
"There! She's gone."

Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load
of living freight to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her;
and just at the moment when someone at my
side says,"There! She's gone," there are
other eyes watching her coming, and other
voices ready to take up the glad shout
"There she comes!"


Saratica said...

Perfect photos for the poem - lovely.

TICA MACHA said...

I had planned to post the reflection photos but had a loss for words, thank you for sending the poem. It transcends.

sHaWna in Costa Rica baby! said...

I don't know Bud but she must have been a wonderful person for so many to have been affected by her. That poem gives a great perpective on leaving this land and heading to another.

TICA MACHA said...

She was one of those people, if you ever met her, you never forgot her. Her son, John, is my good friend for many years. She has a REAL BIG family.