Let us chant Diana’s praise, oh women! Let us sing of the goddess of wildness and of wilderness, she who loves both stream and woodland, she who delights in mountain forest and shadowed groves. If we praise her, perhaps she will end the wars that bring tears and starvation, illness and fear. Perhaps she will be moved if we pray hard enough to her. Perhaps she will be moved if we pray hard enough.–Roman poet Horace
Archive for July 13th, 2007
found in my 1998 Starwood journal
Posted by Roberta Lipp on July 13, 2007
Posted in Reflection de Roberta, Religious Romps | 7 Comments »
An Ode to Brad on his Birthday
Posted by Roberta Lipp on July 13, 2007
An Ode to Brad on his Birthday
When I first saw Brad he sang Mr. Cellophane
“I live with my grandma” he would often explain
He and his Mimar watch documentaries
And Brad is quite fond of quite a few Siclaris
With his BCP Minutes, he does the job great
He won’t allow Rupert to bully his Top 8
Brad and I posed as if heading to our prom
And he wrote my best role, of Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme
He no longer uses glasses as his crutch
Brad, you are the dearest, and I love you so much!
Posted in Birthday Odes (and non-oded) | Tagged: birthdays, Mansons, Squeaky Fromme | 2 Comments »
