<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:25:25.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soutwest Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-7033760727998696838</id><published>2007-11-01T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:33:48.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Thursday, November 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the people around here are tired of me saying...OHH look at that tree it's so beautiful in the fall colors.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela Mistral writes. : Beauty is the shadow of God on the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, even that takes my breath away. It is so great. It is amazing that we walk by beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is short...but I'm going to go out and see the trees in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God abides&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Giltz McGarey&lt;br /&gt;@2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-7033760727998696838?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7033760727998696838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=7033760727998696838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/7033760727998696838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/7033760727998696838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/11/beauty_01.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-6735284785677820946</id><published>2007-11-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:31:59.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Ok the people around here are tired of me saying...OHH look at that tree it's so beautiful in the fall colors.   &lt;br /&gt;   Gabriela Mistral writes. : Beauty is the shadow of God on the universe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, even that takes my breath away.  It is so great.  It is amazing that we walk by beauty. &lt;br /&gt;   I know this is short...but I'm going to go out and see the trees in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God abides&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Giltz McGarey&lt;br /&gt;@2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-6735284785677820946?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6735284785677820946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=6735284785677820946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/6735284785677820946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/6735284785677820946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/11/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-3503125416153686589</id><published>2007-11-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T05:18:50.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling mountains</title><content type='html'>the hills turned to mountains&lt;br /&gt;like waves on the ocean &lt;br /&gt;stretching out to the horizon &lt;br /&gt;lighted by the sun &lt;br /&gt;   valleys and farmland&lt;br /&gt;   deep flowing rivers &lt;br /&gt;    green and the reds and the yellows of fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this reaching &lt;br /&gt;deep in my spirit&lt;br /&gt;memories of childhood and camp counselor years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us hoping that God is abiding&lt;br /&gt;seeing the sun-set on old rolling hills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Giltz McGarey &lt;br /&gt;@2007 &lt;br /&gt;traveling East by plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-3503125416153686589?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3503125416153686589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=3503125416153686589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/3503125416153686589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/3503125416153686589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/11/rolling-mountains.html' title='rolling mountains'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-7350986544917854862</id><published>2007-07-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:39:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bird sings no one asks why</title><content type='html'>There is a Gary Larson cartoon with a chicken standing on one side of a road the sign says,  "Why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we stand&lt;br /&gt;On one side of the road&lt;br /&gt;and just wait? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are not chicken&lt;br /&gt;but children of God&lt;br /&gt;who have feet and a will to obey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does take some will&lt;br /&gt;to obey the Creator&lt;br /&gt;and do what we were created to be.&lt;br /&gt;It does take some will&lt;br /&gt;to say Your way not mine&lt;br /&gt;and remember the plan that's ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd rather stand still&lt;br /&gt;and not do what we're called to&lt;br /&gt;we'd rather be settled and set in our ways.&lt;br /&gt;We confess that with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Not recognizing our sin there.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can just do it&lt;br /&gt;  we'll stay right here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no excuses&lt;br /&gt;about all the ranting &lt;br /&gt;we do without doing all that we can.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us brains and expects us to use them.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get on going -there's no holding back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Giltz McGarey &lt;br /&gt;@2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-7350986544917854862?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7350986544917854862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=7350986544917854862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/7350986544917854862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/7350986544917854862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/bird-sings-no-one-asks-why.html' title='The bird sings no one asks why'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-1297586380497570893</id><published>2007-07-03T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:21:46.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bridge too small</title><content type='html'>We crossed the Ganges river just East of Hardiwar on a bridge that I believe was made for people, maybe bicycles, perhaps a cart but a car?  I wasn't sure.  The men who were walking toward us on the bridge leaned out over the river holding on to the side. I should say they smiled as we passed them.  &lt;br /&gt;   When I was learning to drive a long long time ago my Daddy said when you come to a narrow road, Aim Ahead.  That's good advice.  It sure worked here.  Seriously.  If you had looked left or right you might have taken off a rear-view mirror.  It was that narrow.  &lt;br /&gt;   As we crossed this bridge I realized we'd be crossing it again on the way home.  We drove to the homes of some of the children who are in the Children's Homes.  They come from parents who have leprosy.  This beautiful, seriously, little village was on the bank of the Ganges. They worked each of them doing laundry for a local hotel.  They welcomed us.  &lt;br /&gt;   They knew the people who had brought us but we were strangers.  No longer.  We now know them and they us and we pray for one another.  They pray to a Hindu God, I to my Christian God, but we pray for good things for one another.  For them to be protected from the monsoons and the troubles they have. They prayed for safe journeys for us. They asked us to come back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When did you see a stranger and invite them in?  They would do it anytime. &lt;br /&gt;God abides&lt;br /&gt; perhaps our bridges are too small.  &lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Giltz McGarey &lt;br /&gt;@2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-1297586380497570893?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1297586380497570893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=1297586380497570893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/1297586380497570893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/1297586380497570893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/07/bridge-too-small.html' title='a bridge too small'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4688487657285604440.post-5039434559305720000</id><published>2007-06-25T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T04:39:57.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Just a break between the pairsh and others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487657285604440-5039434559305720000?l=southwestpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5039434559305720000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4688487657285604440&amp;postID=5039434559305720000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/5039434559305720000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4688487657285604440/posts/default/5039434559305720000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southwestpoems.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Bobbie Giltz McGarey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08876798823416584511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apSJHkNKGt8/TD4AQOwf0II/AAAAAAAAAMM/QmB8arUB8Nc/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
