Is it....
a) peer-sing
or
b) pee-err-sing?
It depends on how fast you are talking! We've just had a vote here and we think it is 2.
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Week-ending surprise
Such wonderful therapy
A Howgill evening
hello all finding it hard to find time at the mo to use the forum i've had a few emails about Dufton didn't quite understand what 's happening now but the quality of original poetry is amazing at the moment.
snowstorm
we went out into the blizzard together.
Amongst a spiral arm galaxy of stars ,
my Father, Sister and I to discover how
it feels to be cold.
these son are the skills you'll need as you get old.
How small the world seems; rushing past, compressed,
when your stood still with each speck a stream of
endless data.
The snow bit at the cheeks
beneath the nylon fur edged, parka hood.
And stung the fingertips of gloveless hands
I hope that one day I will go out into the snow
and remember what it was like to be young.
I know it's not a poem, but, well, it's Friday night and.....
If you kissed the sun right out of the sky for me
If you told me all the lies I might deserve
If you lay all night in the rain for me
I couldn't love you more
Just couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
If you loved me till my eyes can no more shine for you
If you walked beside me all the long way home
If you wasted all of your time on me
Well I couldn't love you more
Just couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
If you gave me all the things I'd never ask of you
If you showed me all the ways you have to cry
If you lay all night in the rain for me
I couldn't love you more
Just couldn't love you more
Just couldn't love you more
John Martyn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyV--s65vGU&feature=fvw
I like this a lot Harry, anyhoo you live in a beautiful part of the world! I really enjoyed my trip to the Howgills today so much so that i have dipped into Wainwrights book about it. At the beginning of the book there is a qoute from William Blake which is apparently inscribed over a doorway at the Cross Keys Hotel!!!!! Spooooooooky!!!!.....
"Great things are done when men and mountains meet; these are not done by jostling in the street".
If that is not enoough to make you win a few races then what else will?
Howgill lullaby
Amidst the velveteen curtains
Derelict farmsteads
In domes of anti crag
Sing their silent chimes
of misty solitude
The hum of a distant lullaby,
earth and desolation
hold my traverse
in gentle reverie
leaving the journey
in-COMPLETE
and beckoning