Oooh I like this choice Alf. Makes me think back to my big trip and want to write my own version (which won't be as good but might be fun to try).
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Originally Posted by Alf
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Oooh I like this choice Alf. Makes me think back to my big trip and want to write my own version (which won't be as good but might be fun to try).
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Originally Posted by Alf
Well done Harry:thumbup:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Brilliant Harry. http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/t...ebit/Cool2.gifQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
....what a star. And some of us remember that back in the day, he used to knock out some rather good poetry! I most recently thought of this 3H classic last weekend at the top of Causey Pike
But I never saw the view
I’ve been up every Lakeland fell
Racing hard and true
I’ve followed studmarks closely
But I never saw the view
I’ve raced round all the Wainwright’s
Done BG reccies too
Head down following the map
But I never saw the view
I’ve done every Karrimor and OMM
Since 1992
My car’s covered with stickers
But I never saw the view
From the summit cairn of Gable
And from Scafell too
They say that Wasdale’s stunning
But I never saw the view
Kentmere, Fairfield, Weasdale
The most scenic horseshoe?
I’ve even done the Anni Waltz
But I never saw the view
I’ve followed calves and ankles
Vests of green and blue
I know all the shortest routes and lines
But I never saw the view
One day I’ve promised to myself
When my racing's through
I’ll climb back up to every top
Sit down, breathe in that view
HHH wrote some great stuff early doors Old Whippet, you're right :)
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Originally Posted by Old Whippet
I visited Shakespeare's birthplace yesterday - a superb autumnal day:)
here is an appropiate poem:
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Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Dressing Down for Halloween
At Halloween
Does the goth teen
Wear a paisley shirt
Or a floral skirt
So as not to conform
To the accepted norm?
Patrick Winstanley
That was a particularly great poem. I reckon HHH has a few more up his sleeves and is just keeping us in suspense for a bit. The best things in life and all that....:)
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Missed that, brilliant. Being not as fast as HHH i always have a look at the view, usually just before i fall over to taste the tussocks!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Its been a while since we had some limericks and I'm feeling cheery after getting some miles in this saturday:
For six men, two dogs and me,
the views were a joy to see,
feeling at one
in the glorious sun,
we finished at mile twenty three.
my legs were restless in bed
I burned from my feet to my head
but despite feeling weary,
I still feel quite cheery
and look forward to races ahead.