Hi Hes, knees are fine thanks, just pretending for comedy purposes! :-)
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Simon Armitage in today's guardian. Still no sign of a pennine way book mind you!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/vide...ideo-interview
Nice choice Hes.
Having returned to the south, I'm thinking this one fit's just nicely right now, and it's not just the trees that are fretful! Ho hum I'm off to research for a nice moist christmas cake recipe, and then maybe finish the evening off perusing my Essential Neruda.
Thought I was on the wrong thread for a minute there :confused::D
The Wind's Song
Dull-thoughted, walking among the nunneries
Of many a myriad anemones
In the close copses, I grew weary of Spring
Till I emerged and in my wandering
I climbed the down up to a lone pine clump
Of six, the tallest dead, one a mere stump.
On one long stem, branchless and flayed and prone,
I sat in the sun listening to the wind alone,
Thinking there could be no old song so sad
As the wind's song; but later none so glad
Could I remember as that same wind's song
All the time blowing the pine boughs among.
My heart that had been still as the dead tree
Awakened by the West wind was made free.
Edward Thomas