Today's poet

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

In Cumbria, if you ring the Fire Brigade up they'll come and fit smoke alarms for free. Might be the same your way. I've seen them bring a fire engine and several strapping chaps to do the job. Might be worth a call! :)

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Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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Oh how poignant NDubya, what a great choice. I love watching sparrows dust bathing and am sad that they are in decline.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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that's really subtle and gorgeous, thank you for posting NW!!!!

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Originally Posted by Hes

Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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a lot of them i know seem to be terribly fit as well! (triathlons, fell running, cycling etc etc), go on give them a call :)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Never mind training with Dark Peak
Come to Settle Harriers instead
They're all really very friendly
And they won't think you a freak

But on the fell be warned
They'll gallop on ahead
Usually the back of beyond
And leave slow newcomers for dead

;) :D

With apologies to Settle Harriers who've never left me for dead

Every day the tide turns and the sea enters the river mouth
bringing with it warmth and life :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

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I think testing my night time navigational skills is one of the things i'm worried about even though i know the area o.k.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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That made me laugh. It is now one of my life's ambitions to impress someone enough that they name a sheep after me! :D

DT's always asking what my middle name is; so this week it is Harry Herdswick Howgill.

I'm sure your disgruntled freind wouldn't turn down a lady in uniform, so it works both ways! :)

Spring! Not round here it isn't yet. We've had a whole load of snow this morning, some of the biggest soggiest snow flakes I've ever seen. It looked like a proper cotton wool film effect!

That is tonight's job sorted then. I'll not be moping around in my winter mood, I'll be on the quest for sprightly Spring poetry.

Have a good day everyone.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Good morning all...

Well, Spring is just around the corner....poets paradise!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
E E Cummings

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

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