Here's a song from 1917:
There are smiles that make us happy
There are smiles that make us blue
There are smiles that steal away the tear drops
As the sunbeams steal away the dew
There are smiles that have a tender meaning
That the eyes of love alone may see
And the smiles that fill my heart with sunshine
Are the smiles that you give to me
(from "Smiles" (1917), lyrics by J. Will Callahan, music by Lee S. Roberts)
Here is a 2017 demonstration of the above by some people I know:
From top to bottom, these photographs were made at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina; at Indian Rocks Beach, Florida; and at Orange Beach, Alabama.
Sumer (with apologies to Robert Burns) is no longer icumen in; in fact, it is a-goin' out. Nevertheless, even though Mrs. RWP and I have stayed close to home, we are also smiling.
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me
with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2024 by Robert H.Brague
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Here are some mangled aphorisms I have stumbled upon over the years: 1. If you can keep your head when all anout you are losing thei...
I do love a good smail.
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DeleteI meant smile.
ReplyDeleteI thought you did, but I wasn't sure. At first I read it as snail....
DeleteSome excellent smiles to light up your world.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are!
DeleteBeautiful smiles, each and every one of them!
ReplyDeleteMichelle, I think so too! (but I am prejudiced.)
DeleteYou have much to smile about Bob. You have a happy and healthy extended family. When you have gone I am sure that they will remember you with huge affection. By the way, thanks for your advice about my recent poem. I have now slightly reworked it:-
ReplyDeleteA Summer Lament
She slipped away like an ocean tide
- Only flotsam remains.
We feel her passing in our bones
Recall acrobatic swallows
And those bleating lambs
Growing fat upon the sward.
Green she was in those golden days
When dusk and dawn conspired
And gaudy hollyhocks greeted bees
As swans steered cygnets in flotillas
And cauliflower clouds lumbered
Cross the cobalt blue.
Yes. She has gone.
Another season slips in
Interloping
Like an ocean tide
Quietly concealing all
- Till only remembrance remains.
Neil, thank you! I like the reworked version. Cauliflower clouds are much more interesting than the cumulus kind, regardless of the direction they are heading.
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