CardCow Vintage Postcards

Rain

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Title:
Rain
Real Photo unused

Description:
t rained on Monday, morning when I struck Alaskas shore, And then on Tuesday morning It rained a little more. Wednesday was a cloudy day With rainstorms interspersed, And Thursday was a deluge That everybody cursed. Friday brought a drizzle That was worse than a Scotch mist To prepare the way for Saturday And total the weeks list of a normal summer . . . Say! I forgot to mention Sunday Which turned out a rainy day.

Rain

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Title:
Rain
Real Photo unused

Description:
It rained on Monday, morning when I struck Alaskas shore, And then on Tuesday morning It rained a little more. Wednesday was a cloudy day With rainstorms interspersed, And Thursday was a deluge That everybody cursed. Friday brought a drizzle That was worse than a Scotch mist To prepare the way for Saturday And total the weeks list of a normal summer . . . Say! I forgot to mention Sunday Which turned out a rainy day.

Nevada

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Title:
Nevada
(NV), Real Photo unused

Description:
Nevada, my Nevada, A desert and a sky, a thousand miles of sagebrush to greet the weary eye. A thousand miles of sagebrush Upon a filed of gold, A thousand miles of silence; a charm that's never old! Nevada my Nevada, An endless inland sea Of all it and sagebrush And winds forever free, Out of thy desert vastness, Out of thy deathly dust, There comes a lure that grips the heart and kills the wanderlust. A lure of length'ning shadows Of sunsets in the West Of winds forever sighing, that soothe the soul to rest.

God's Garden

Mon, 19 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Title:
God's Garden
(FL), Linen unused

Description:
With the kiss of the sun for pardon, and the song of the birds from mirth One is nearer god's heart in a garden than Anywhere else on earth.

Lover's Lane

Tue, 6 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Title:
Lover's Lane
Saint Jo, Divided Back unused

Description:
Saint Jo. Buchanan County. Is leagues and leagues away; And I sit in the gloom of this rented room. And pine to be there today. Yes, with the London fog around me And the bustling to and fro, I am fretting to be across the sea In Lover's lane, Saint Jo. I would have a brown-eyed maiden go driving once again; And I'd sing the song, as we snailed along That I sung to that maiden then; I purposely say "as we snailed along." for a proper horse goes slow in these leafy aisles where Cupid smiles In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. But the maples they should shield us From the gossips of the place; Nor should the sun, except by pun. Profane the maiden's face; And the girl should do the driving For a fellow can't you know, Unless he's neglectful of what's respectful In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. Ah! sweet the hours of springtime, When the heart inclines to woo, And it's deemed all right for the callow wight To do what he wants to do; But cruel the age of winter, When the way of the world says no To the hoary men who would woo again In Lover's lane, Saint Jo. In the Union Bank of London Are forty pounds or more, Which I'm like to spend, ere the month shall end In an antiquarian store; But I'd give it all and gladly. If for an hour or so I could feel the grace of a distance place - In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. Let us sit awhile, beloved, And dream of the good old days - of the kindly shade which the maples made Round the staunch but squeaky chaise; With your head upon my shoulder. And my arm about you so, Though exiles, we shall seem to be In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.

Blue Bell

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 08:00:00 +0100

Title:
Blue Bell
Real Photo PM 1907 Mar-00

Description:
Blue Bell, the dawn is waking; Sweetheart, you must not sigh, Blue Bell, my heart is breaking, I've come to say good-bye; Hear how the bugle's calling, Calling to each brave heart, Sweetheart, your tears are falling; Blue Bell, we two must part. Good-bye, my Blue Bell, farewell to you, One last fond look into your eyes so blue, 'Mid camp fires gleaming, 'mid shot and shell, I will be dreaming of my own Blue Bell.

The Past with its clouds