Monthly Archives: May 2016

By the Dawn’s Early Light

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Dawn’s Early Light

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen thro’ the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov’d homes and the war’s desolation;
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

 

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To the End

Sunday Scene

To the End

Covered Bridge Over Conotton Creek, Conotton Valley Trail

Teach me, Lord, the way of your decrees,
    that I may follow it to the end.
Give me understanding, so that I may keep your law
    and obey it with all my heart.  Psalm 119:33 &34  NIV

 

 

A Photo a Week Challenge – Rain Drops

All of my photos this spring have rain drops in them I think. Even the 17 Year Cicada I posted Saturday needs to dry out. So here are a few more photos with rain drops to join Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge.

Sunday Scene – Refreshing

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Dame’s Rocket

Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord  – Acts 3:19

The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple.  – Psalm 19:7

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They’re Here!

And its gonna get loud. The 17 year Cicada, last seen and heard in the summer of 1999 is creeping out of there sub-terrain to have a breeding party.

This article from the Columbus Dispatch gives you an overview.

I was nine years old the first time around. Dad took me along to make a delivery that took out into the country south of Canton, Ohio. I remember being terrified as these big creatures crashed into our windshield. I moved out of state  by the time the second round came around. But for the third emergence, I was training staff for summer camp. The incessant noise annoyed the senses, especially trying to communicate while in the woods. Like any other novelty, it quickly gets old.

Here we go again. A local radio station announced that May 23rd was emergence day. I found these at the base of a big oak at the towpath’s Zoar Valley Trail today, in the rain…