I think he’s frightened again now.
Gulp! Humidity high tonight!
It was all just a beautiful dream, love the compassion, love the art work, a triumph to Mr. Boreman
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)
I’m glad our intrepid traveller found some comfort, however that happened-
Oh, this one made me cry.
Oh, so touching! LDL will find his home soon, I hope!
I was still getting the print newspaper when this came out. I clipped it and hung it on my cubical wall. It is so beautiful, to me it is apparent God sent an angel to comfort to LDL.
The perfect depiction of poignancy.
This is your best one yet. All I can say is thank you.
Beautiful, Steve, again!. A friend in need, and any port in a storm.
Steve those two bottom left panels are just awesome. I don’t remember this one.
This one tugs at the heartstrings.
so precious
February 08, 2017
Charliegirl Premium Member about 4 years ago
I think he’s frightened again now.
amethyst52 Premium Member about 4 years ago
Gulp! Humidity high tonight!
BigDaveGlass about 4 years ago
It was all just a beautiful dream, love the compassion, love the art work, a triumph to Mr. Boreman
Yakety Sax about 4 years ago
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)
ocarol7 Premium Member about 4 years ago
I’m glad our intrepid traveller found some comfort, however that happened-
Just So So Premium Member about 4 years ago
Oh, this one made me cry.
sarahbowl1 Premium Member about 4 years ago
Oh, so touching! LDL will find his home soon, I hope!
Quabaculta about 4 years ago
I was still getting the print newspaper when this came out. I clipped it and hung it on my cubical wall. It is so beautiful, to me it is apparent God sent an angel to comfort to LDL.
gwayner Premium Member about 4 years ago
The perfect depiction of poignancy.
Tycosfisheries Premium Member about 4 years ago
This is your best one yet. All I can say is thank you.
dogday Premium Member about 4 years ago
Beautiful, Steve, again!. A friend in need, and any port in a storm.
tcar-1 about 4 years ago
Steve those two bottom left panels are just awesome. I don’t remember this one.
Shikamoo Premium Member about 4 years ago
This one tugs at the heartstrings.
parkerinthehouse about 4 years ago
so precious