You and Me

       You and MeAnd the Lake        Of the Dancing TreesDark   under the quilted sky,     the lake lay,       resting peacefully,when my dream exploded           right outside the tent!You   went on sleeping.Me   running fast      over cobblestones         through deserted streets             looking behind in fear.while You                stood,   delighting in the busy hum,      admiring the shiny metal,        savoring          the dripping                          honey. Lighning struck.    I bound, surefooted,      up the mountain,Fear,   caught in my throat,       fast          home            coughed it out   and sat in the rain,                            sweating.You,   drugged by sensations      and the sense of no shoulds,Caught unaware   on the seesaw      between not enough                       and too much,Seared by the thirsty sun,   skin moisture sucked up like snow     and spit out                in ice balls.Thunder   was not enough.                  You danced for more.Me,  searching for constellations    among my freckles,Dot to dot,  rock to rock,    butterscotch pine puzzling,      “How do I fit into this,So small here,   crouched by the water,                under the Milky Way.?”Out of the corner of your eye   you swore     by moonlight, starlight,      (firelight, flashlight?),   you caught the trees      looking at you         from on stage…                       and dancing.You,   still ,     looking within.Me,   moving, looking out,     intrigued by bird and bug,                                   and flower,       and          how things changed                          since last year.The lake -  a mirror,    holding us both.Tomorrow,   may we walk in beauty      away from the lake               of the dancing trees,Back to our poor               lives of luxury,  hot showers over burnt skin –     but under layers        of lotions, and pain,Oceans   of beauty                within.          for Diane, with love –              nancy hover  

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Butterfly Wishes

butterfly wishes eyelash kisses for your cheeka song of bubbles from a creekthe taste of nectar warm and sweetwings for your hearta dance for your feetblessings of butterflies above youwishes from your friendI love you for tarini from nancy" 

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Awake

Awake I awakePain in my backIn my mindCloudy and coldWalk anyway A neighbor comes outGives me a smilePaints a pictureIn my mind Two black calvesPlayingIn green pastures Pain in my backWalk anywayOut of my mindGiving smiles awayTo neighbors The sun comes outWarming my backWalk anywayAwake! nancy june 2006

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Another song for Sierra

Another song for Sierra Deep blue eyes and button noseRosebud lips and wiggley toesLift your eyebrows - who knowsWhen your hair is gonna grow? SierraSo glad we found you!The more we're around you,The more we love yourDeep blue eyes and button nose,Rosebud lips and wiggley toes,Long little fingers in tight little fistsDimpled cheek so soft to kiss. SierraSo glad we found you!The more we're around you,The more we love yourDeep blue eyes and button nose,Rosebud lips and wiggley toes,Coos and hiccoughs, songs and sighs,A smile so sweet it makes me cry. SierraSo glad we found you!The more we're around youThe more we love you.

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A Song

A Song Good and more Good is mine.Good and more Good is mine!Ever increasingGood is mine.Good and more Good is mine. Everywhere I go,I can feel the flow.Each moment of the dayI let Good have its way. I think it. I feel it. I say it.I give it. I live it. I pray it.I see it. I share it. I show it.Receive it. Believe it. I know it! Love and more love is mine….Peace and more peace is mine….Joy and more joy is mine… Everywhere I goI can feel the flow.Each moment of the dayI let Joy, I let Peace, I let Love,I let Go(o)d have It's way! By Nancy"

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THE LEGACY OF NANCY JANE HOVER

Nancy Hover was born in Pennsylvania on December 27, 1947. She passed away after a long and arduous struggle with cancer, on April 18, 2007 at her home in Forestville. Throughout her life, Nancy expressed her creativity in various and wonderful ways. As a pre-school teacher, she guided children with puppet play and helped them learn through circle time songs and stories. In 2006, Nancy wrote a book for preschoolers that she illustrated with delightful, melted crayon drawings. Nancy was an avid gardener, hiker, bird watcher, and a meticulous observer of the natural world. A kind, gentle, and patient person, Nancy developed a unique art form by taking flower petals from her garden, drying them between the pages of books, and then using the dried flower petals to create charming pictures. She created the “Petal Pictures” business and sold reproductions of her flower petal art as greeting cards. Throughout her life, and during the defining moments of her illness, Nancy wrote poetry that was both deeply personal and universally evocative. She was quiet and unassuming yet she wrote compelling poems for family and friends that touch the heart. During her illness, Nancy participated in an “Arts for Healing” class in Sebastopol for cancer patients. During the last months of her life, Nancy produced a series of powerful acrylic paintings that demonstrate both artistic skill and creative talent. Quality reproductions of her paintings are sold as posters and greeting cards. Together, her Petal Pictures, poetry, and paintings form a body of creative work that define a remarkable individual. IN BRIEFBorn: December 27 1947Died April 18,2007Parents: Howard Hover, Rachel Tait HoverSiblings: James, Marti, BobMarried: Howard Marantz on December 30, 1988Children: Sierra Anne,Aaron Moshe"

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