I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has

The Tail Of The Comet Slashed The Dawn And In The Red Light Of The Rising Sun, For A Brief Instant, It Seemed As If The Comet Was Bleeding Across The Sky.

Give Me A Hot Coal Glowing Bright Red, Give Me An Ember Sizzling With Heat, These Are The Jewels Made From My Beak. We Fly Between The Flames And Never Get Singed We Plunge Through The Smoke And Never Cringe. The Secrets Of Fire, Its Strange Winds, Its Rages, We Know It All As It Rampages Through Forests, Through Canyons, Up Hillsides And Down. We Track It. We'll Find It. Take Coals By The Pound. We'll Yarp In The Heart Of The Hottest Flame Then Bring Back Its Coals An Make Them Tame. For We Are The Colliers Brave And Beyond All We Are The Owls Of The Colliering Chaw!

When I Was Growing Up I Loved Reading Historical Fiction, But Too Often It Was About Males; Or, If It Was About Females, They Were Girls Who Were Going To Grow Up To Be Famous Like Betsy Ross, Clara Barton, Or Harriet Tubman. No One Ever Wrote About Plain, Normal, Everyday Girls.

What Is A Fleecy As A Cloud, As Majestic And Shimmering As The Breaking Dawn, As Gorgeous As The Sun The Sun Is Strong? Why, It's Me! Twilight, The Great Gray, Tiger Of The Sky --- Light Of The Night, Most Beautiful, An Avian Delight. I Beam --- I Gleam --- I'm A Livin' Flying Dream. Watch Me Roll Off This Cloud And Pop On Back. This Is Flying. I Ain't No Hack.

Very Possible! Possible, Indeed. Maybe Even Probable, Which, As You Know If You Study Your Arithmetic,can Happen More Often Than Possible. In Other Words, Probable Is More Possible Than Possible. - Bubo