#Sherwin-Williams

[pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 10/2/24 ~ IN THE TELLING

IN THE TELLING © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ==================== I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

That morning at Pearl Harbor, Watching the attack, Great-granddad ran down to the docks, Never looking back. Great-grandma started cooking, Feeding sailors as they came, Saying where they’d seen her husband; And maybe just their name.

When Neil took that first small step, For one as well as all, Daddy got to see it, ‘Cause he answered grand-mom’s call. Running from the back yard, With his brother by his side, They sat before that black-and-white, Eyes and mouth opened wide.

I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

The winning play at homecoming, The wreck on Corinth Road, The girl that broke a thousand hearts, The yard all of them had mowed. Fireworks and fireflies, Watermelon by the pool; That bull that broke the lower fence, Making them all look like fools.

I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

Good old dogs, beat up old cars, Honky-tonk heroes, long closed up bars; Laughing at sunset, underneath the stars. Tales for the harvesting, complete with all the scars.

Yeah, I’ve got cousins by the dozens, Aunts and uncles, too, An endless source of stories, Some of which are true. They flow just like a fountain, In some ancient city square, And the love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

The love that’s in the telling, Makes me feel like I was there.

[cy-gogglin]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 9/18/24 ~ BACK TO THE BASICS

BACK TO THE BASICS © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ==================== We had it all, Or something close to it, And I couldn’t believe, You were planning to do it. Planning to toss it, To pitch it and run, To say you were finished, To say you were done.

To pack up your bags, And walk out the door, For reasons you never, Shared with me before. To drive down the street, Without looking back, Without saying a word, About things that you lacked.

So you can go your own way, Try to reinvent the wheel, And find the nugget of truth, In the way that you feel; Or get back to the basics, Of what you know is real, Or go your own way, And try to reinvent the wheel.

Will you make it to Dallas? Will you make it Rome? Will you make it Luckenbach, Before turning back home? Will you make Amarillo? By morning, Abilene? How far will you go, Till you know what I mean?

So you can go your own way, Try to reinvent the wheel, And find the nugget of truth, In the way that you feel; Or get back to the basics, Of the love you know is real; Or go your own way, And try to reinvent the wheel.

[gtunesmiff]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 9/4/24 ~ HEART AND SOUL AND BONES

HEART AND SOUL AND BONES © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) =================== I am a farmer, Spend my days out in the field; ‘til the full fruit is revealed. Fighting flood and drought, Failure, fatigue, and doubt, It’s the only life I’ve known; It’s in my heart and soul and bones.

I am a rancher, Herding cattle ‘cross the plains; Under the sun and stars and in the wind and rain. To market where they’ll pay me what they will, But I’m a rancher still. It’s the only life I’ve known; It’s in my heart and soul and bones.

I am a soldier, Under arms and standing guard, My medals are my scars; From battles where I may have lost it all, But you’ll find me always answering the call. It’s the only life I’ve known; It’s in my heart and soul and bones.

I am a preacher, I am a roughneck; I am a teacher, Earning a paycheck; But I don’t just do it for the pay. If that were so then I’d’ve quit it yesterday. It’s the only lullaby I’ve known, Deep in my heart and soul and bones. It’s the only love I’ve ever known; And until my time has flown, In my heart and soul and bones; In my heart and soul and bones; In my heart and soul and bones. ================= With sincerest apologies to Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson, Willie Nelson, and Jimmy Webb

[guy60660]

Sherwin-Williams | Dieline

[stone-cold-groove]

Beauty and protection by Sherwin-Williams.

[jobkash]

2025 Management and Sales Summer Internship

Job Description:The Sherwin-Williams Management & Sales Internship is a paid, 10-12-week summer program offering hands-on experience in our retail stores, providing insight into management, sales, and store operations as well as meaningful customer experiences. Our store internship program is designed to provide you with a comprehensive learning experience through practical business-to-business…

[kazifatagar]

Sherwin-Williams Bolsters Presence in Asia at China Coatings Show 2024

Sherwin-Williams is showcasing its extensive coatings portfolio at the China Coatings Show 2024 in Shanghai, highlighting innovations in industrial, automotive, and packaging coatings. Emphasizing sustainability, they will introduce products like Emulate, Excimer UV Series, and next-gen valPure coatings. Read More Business News CMTM: Illicit Cigarettes Declined vs 2023 Sherwin-Williams The…

[garciamiah]

Denver Exterior Fiberboard Large transitional gray two-story concrete fiberboard exterior home idea with a shingle roof

[charlieharvey]

Fiberboard in Denver Large, elegant image of a two-story, yellow concrete fiberboard house exterior with shingles.

[you-born-this-way]

Mid-sized beige two-story concrete fiberboard exterior home photo Exterior view of a medium-sized beige, two-story concrete and fiberboard house.

[suchananewsblog]

Make a colourful statement in 2023

Make a colourful statement in 2023

There’s nonetheless a month earlier than we step into 2023, however our properties can try this earlier than the clock strikes the witching hour on December 31. All you could do is deliver residence one of many many putting colors of 2023. Artists have lengthy believed that color can have an effect on moods, emotions, and feelings. American modernist painter Georgia O’Keefe was conscious of its…

[pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 9/25/24 ~ A SONG FOR HELENE (HEADS UP, HUNKER DOWN)

A SONG FOR HELENE (HEADS UP, HUNKER DOWN) © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ==================== In the lush, green, garden, The leaves begin falling, And the first snowbirds, Begin their calling.

Yet there’s still time left For a hurricane, To unwind its skein, Of wooly clouds and rain.

They seem like such a Summer storm, Better suited for beaches, When the weather’s warm.

But their wandering trek, Leaves in their wake, The rack and ruin, Only they can make.

So heads up, Hunker down, And batten down the hatches. Make sure, You’re secure, With lanterns and candles and matches. They come, And go, Where the wild, Winds blow, So heads up, Hunker down, And batten down the hatches.

So let the winds pick up Let the tall trees sway, Let come rain come down, All night and all day.

We may lose the power, We may lose the phone, As long as I don’t lose you, I won’t feel alone.

So heads up, Hunker down, And batten down the hatches. Make sure, You’re secure, With lanterns and candles and matches. They come, And go, Where the wild, Winds blow, So heads up, Hunker down, And batten down the hatches.

Heads up! Hunker down! And batten down, The hatches!

[thenordroom]

Sherwin-Williams Color Forecast 2025

[gtunesmiff]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 6/19/24 ~ EVERY DAY

EVERY DAY © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) =================== Every day is special, Every day’s unique; Something new to do, Something new to seek. The sun comes up; The nighttime ends; With you beside me, My day begins. And every day is special, Every day’s unique,

I used to struggle out of bed, Drink some coffee to clear my head, Fight the traffic into town, Feeling driven to the ground. Then I met you just by chance, Asked if you would care to dance. Your broad bright smile, your simple yes, Turned things around; who would have guessed?

And now, Every day is special, Every day’s unique; Something new to do, Some kind words to speak. The sun goes down, The night descends, With you beside me, More than friends. Yes, every day is special, Every day’s unique.

[darkwood-sleddog]

Sigurd modeling the new flooring in the basement (trim and post staining to come)

[oldfarmhouse]

༄𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭)

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