Nebraska Artists and then some ...

how often we wish our lives away wishing for this wishing for that if only I was one year older if only I was one year younger or maybe ... not any age at all must I work so hard could not the week be shorter or maybe . . . not work at all if only I could be richer if only I could be wiser or . . . just a little happier wishing for more getting less wishing for yesterday not liking today but always . . . wishing tomorrow away .  ~ work by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

  adrift upon the sea of forgetfulness floating, drifting . . . in an endless swirl colors are so vivid brighter than I've ever seen before spinning in my head green, blues and reds fading, fading . . . into the depths of darkness covering my world in an endless abyss I see my fate written by the hands of death my future lying there impressed upon my raving mind dearest death . . . standing there so close to me I feel your dreaded breath upon my shaking spine sinking, sinking . . . back into the sea engulfing me, I cannot move fear holds me every so tight your haunting laughter makes foolish mockery of my life I must stop this hellish nightmare for fear I will lose my mind floating, drifting . . . away from the sea of forgetfulness back to climb the cliffs of time. ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

  a bugle's tune is playing  and its playing just for me six soldiers carrying me to that final resting place I saw my mother's tears down her sweet small face I wanted to smile at her and say don't you cry, my dear I went to fight for what I thought was right perhaps I was wrong but I would do it all over again  I would go fight to have a life -- by giving my own life  ~ Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and Poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

This was one of my favorite images that I purchased from iStock photos for WayCoolDogs. I fell in love with it!

Photography by Nancy Houser Tis the last rose of Summer,  l eft blooming alone;   All her lovely companions a re faded and gone;  No flower of her kindred,  No rose-bud is nigh  reflect  back her blushes.  Or give sigh for sigh! I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,    To pine on the stem;  Since the lovely are sleeping,   Go sleep thou with them  Thus kindly I scatter  Thy leaves o’er the bed  Where thy mates of the garden  Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow,  When friendships decay,  And from Love’s shining circle  The gems drop away!  When true hearts lie withered,  And fond ones are flown,  Oh! who would inhabit  This bleak alone? -- public domain

 

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 Front of Amazon book we published, illustrated and edited. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MJFZKS5