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December 15, 2012

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Very evocative and spiritual. Lovely!

Tipper,

The poem was very good and I really liked it. Thanks Mr. Blake,
but today has been so sad for me. I keep thinking about those poor little boys and girls that were killed and the terror that they went through watching their
class mates killed. We have four great grand children
ages 5, 9, 10 and 13 that are in school and I keep thinking
what “if” . I have been praying for the parents and families
suffering this great loss. I guess if I would just have me
a big ole cry I’d feel better.

Please pray for these families in this sorrow. I don’t know
why this has hit me so hard. They are not my friends or family, but they are Gods people.
There was a time when I could not even cry. I could not even cry when my father died and when our step-grandson got killed, who we dearly loved. He was the NC State Trooper David Shawn Blanton JR.
G-540 who was killed on I-40 at Canton, NC exit by a drug dealer, he was only 26 years old.
Maybe it was because we received a beautiful invitation to the open house of new Emergency Operations Center on the 20th, that the Tribe named for him.

I’m sorry if I messed this up for any one as they think about meaning of the poem. May God bless everyone.

Peggy L.

Great poem.. My kind of reading..Sure would like to meet him and his poetry.

Brian: How can I top all those wonderful comments you got this morning about your poem? But what I really want to know is WHERE OUT HERE IN TENNESSEE is this place located. Or it just imaginary? I am over in the hills between the Cumberland Mountains and the Smokies!

Happy Holidays!

Eva Nell Mull Wike, Author
"The Matheson Cove - In the Shadow of the Devil's Post Office

wow! I could almost feel the cold night. We need to be reminded of our forebears and what they endured for us.

Brian's poem remind me that it's not the material gifts we give at this season that are important. It is those things we do for strangers, expecting no return, that earn us the greatest reward. Grandpa's good deed has brought warm feelings and stories to tell for many succeeding generations.

Nice poem! Uplifting and one that contained the 2nd greatest commandment too - you can't beat that!

I enjoyed this. Thanks for posting.

Who, pray tell, is that, secreted away there, amongst the evergreen's heavy ladened boughs? Would that I could be there to fire a shot and release the conifer's burden to accumulate upon the capitulum of that stealthy lass (lad?)

What a beautiful piece to read this morning! Have a great weekend Tipper!

Wow, chilling and thoughtful.
In a few words it says it all.
Thank you, Brian, this one will spend the day with me.

Brian Blake's poem "A Christmas Friend" is a good reminder of how our ancestors and the native Americans helped each other through rough times. I thank him for sharing it with us! Maybe we can be reminded that we need friends helping each other at Christmastime and throughout the year. A joyous to all of you who read and love "Blind Pig"!

Thank you to Brian! I appreciate the way the story is combined with poetry.

The true meaning of Christmas for sure! The mysteries of giving are the beauty of the season. The gift of remembering those in need and those who have received.

I love a good story
when told in rhyme,
And I’ll tell you right now,
That’s a good-un, Brian.
So here’s a toast
that I lift to you,
and to your kith
and kin-ones, too.

May Christmas bring
A friend as true.
As the Eagle Claw
Them fellers knew.
And may the gift
Of the Christ impart
Love, peace and joy
In all our hearts.

Tipper,
and Brian...The poem sure sent a chill over my soul this morning.
I loved the poem...
I used to be so afraid of bears, even into adulthood...
Why I am not so afraid of them anymore, I can't say...They actually seem more gentle, as living in this world gets more and more frightening.
Thanks Tipper and Brian

I absolutely LOVE Brian's poem! Thank you for posting it. I don't always get a chance to leave a comment in these busy pre-holiday days, but I always read the blog and enjoy it so much. Merry Christmas to one and all!

I would really love to know if this beautiful poem was written about an actual event.

Like most good things, it comes with a dose of sadness. Good poem.

Mr. Blake I loved this story. This was very enjoyable. It was great escape for me this morning; I'm still cold. Hope Tipper gets you to do this more often.

Tipper you sure sure know some neat people!

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