I got my FRA handbook today. :D
New race calendar
Highlighter pen goes to work
Planning the future
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I got my FRA handbook today. :D
New race calendar
Highlighter pen goes to work
Planning the future
I'm feeling in the mood for a classic tonight.
IF by Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Classic indeed Harry H! Always reminds me of Ricky Tomlinson in Mike Bassett, England Manager! :D
All the Hills and Vales Along
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid
By the light veils they burned and blushed amid,
Skilled to provoke in soft, lascivious ways,
And there was invitation in her voice
And laughing lips and wonderful dark eyes,
As though above the gates of Paradise
Fair verses bade, Be welcome and rejoice!
O'er rugs where mottled blue and green and red
Blent in the patterns of the Orient loom,
Like a bright butterfly from bloom to bloom,
She floated with delicious arms outspread.
There was no pose she took, no move she made,
But all the feverous, love-envenomed flesh
Wrapped round as in the gladiator's mesh
And smote as with his triple-forked blade.
I thought that Freckles sinuous beauty curled
Fierce exhalations of hot human love, --
Around her beauty valuable above
The sunny outspread kingdoms of the world;
Flowing as ever like a dancing fire
Flowed her belled ankles and bejewelled wrists,
Around her beauty swept like sanguine mists
The nimbus of a thousand hearts' desire.
(Charles Sorley)
IF is my favourite poem HHH, Stolly's too i believe:cool:
Be 11 years this March since me and my sister lost our Dad, he'll never be forgotten though, found this, like it:)
R.I.P. Dad
You may have been here
And gone
But our memory
Will live on
You are loved
And forever will be
You’re in a better place
You’ll see
We’ll miss you
With all our heart
We’ll cry cause
We’re apart
But deep down
We will see
That you
Are watching over me
You were the best
Family member
One that your children
Will always remember
Don’t be sad
Cause your no longer in pain
Don’t let your tears
Run down as rain
We’ll be fine
Because you taught us well
It was time to say
So long and fare well!
R.I.P. Dad............
Amy Stuart