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Being a so-called old lady I am definitely glad that my bones are not hollow, or crumbling away like my mothers. The winds in the sky seem to be different from the winds off the shore-where the sea gulls fly, I felt I had to bring in the sea, but thank you for saying that you find it repetitive; I will ponder a change. Yes we differ as to what "is", but life is full of variety, thanks to our imaginative consciousness that it gives spice to our lives. I do not discriminate, except those who discriminate others. We all get to sing our own songs and I think ultimately do the same dance without knowing it. Yours Ann of Norway

That's why I put "so don't get so pissed." They are make-believe. But I do believe in some people behaving like angels, their mythical imaginative shining graciousness is worth attempting to emulate. The last two lines are not spaced as I had them, not my fault, this site stretches and shapes things as it wishes against our wishes, or is it Windows, I do not have such on my mac. One of my poems I sent centred and put it here centred twice, and it still ended up all escaped to the left, not as I wanted it. I cannot steer this Windows car? Help. The shore rhymes with four so I shall have to do something else with it, any suggestions? I shall do something. Those blooming capital letters for the little egoistic "I" it creates a lot of going in reverse gear, perhaps the most, and I like to go forward. But thank goodness we don't have to make all the accents that the French and Swedes do, among others, that's a terrific handicap. If I could I would send you a rose for 'straightening' my poem, I would, and you will, all of you, I hope be responsible for giving it the perfume of a rose, the angelic aura it needs, although come to think of it its not such a poem anyway. I always feel sorry for those trees with their fists. Then one looks at the many weeping (hengebjerke) birches swaying their long fronds in the breezes, sometimes several metres long. Thank you all and yours Ann of Norway.

I have done as your dear ladyship suggested and changed it to your seashore kin, and far out there in your 'portrait' I can 'sea' why! Thank you dawn of Washington, can you see the sea nearby? I am not very good at the map of America, we didn't have it at school. Did you take the photograph? I have a whole collection of sunsets from my 'in'famous view. Oh golly that was a mouthful for a mac user, I am not at home in the PC world, now I am sorry I am all screwed up instead! I must have a go though, if I am capable. You have been brought up with this computer jargon and I was not, as I didn't have one until 2000. But my Erik had the first mac, that little upright one, we still have it. Thank goodness things have become quicker and easier since then. My thanks to you from Ann of Norway

I am now an explorer in your country as you have painted the area with even the addition of the birdsong, so I can hear it too, all so exciting and probably exotic for me. Because when you say for instance, robin, you mean something quite different from our unassuming little red breast, probably so with the others, but we do have many birds of prey and the eagles too, I have never seen a vulture, except in a Zoo. Snoqualmie sounds ?? What does it stand for? Indian country, my Uncle Philip lived in Manitoba, Canada and met the Native Americans often on his sailing trips on the big lakes out there, I never forget him telling me about an Indian who took five eggs threw each across the room into the frying pan and then swallowed the sixth whole. That was at his house. Oh its my poem we have here!! I got carried away in your descriptions, thank you again. Ann N.D.D. I can use them after my name but never have, = National Diploma of Design. An 'ancient' thing from the 1960's!

and I am so devastated when "they" cut more copses and bushes, in country and town, as it is there that one of our little European staples the Sparrow likes to live, he/she they, are diminishing in numbers and that's alarming. He is suddenly there, anywhere, bobbing about having dust baths or just hopping, or perched in the gutters just above your window cheep-cheep- cheeping all day long. There are a little gatherings of sparrows outside the big central library here in Oslo, along the row of tight bushes in front, I look at them in the -10%C and wonder how their tiny bodies can stand the cold and where do they hide at night? And pray that "they" don't cut the bushes and leave them nowhere to keep warm. That is why I said bushes as I likened myself to a bird. Sparrow was Piaf's nickname too. Thanks for the comment Janice. Yours Ann

You who mentioned an "If I" beginning and that's what came as I so love to feel as if I am flying. The closest perhaps has been when skiing and soaring across the snowfields, wait yes, I once climbed a mountain on skis, not something I would recommend, we almost needed the furs under our skis as they did in the old days. At the top the wind sun and storms had smoothed the snow to an ice cap, we had to crawl along on all fours. BUT THEN:- there were all those mountains of the Hardanger Vidda wonderful, ranged around the whole view and then the smooth side of the mountian, facing the winds, the sun shone, all was white, there were some grouse in their Winter white that took off as we passed, he went down first creating a most beautiful curving spray of white behind him, I followed as if in a magic dream down the whole mountian ooooooh ........I cannot describe the feeling it was so wonderful. If I had been born in Norway I would have ski jumped as they do now, the women too for the first time. Now I shall dream that I am flying as I am off to bed and wish you sweet dreams too. Perhaps you will fly Rett? Then you shouldn't be afraid. I wouldn't hesitate to take over a little plane if only I had been able to fly one. Good night to one and all from Ann of Norway