Ohhh that is gorgeous Merry! Thank you!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
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Ohhh that is gorgeous Merry! Thank you!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
just caught this on way to clean teeth.......................................brilli ant!......sigh x na night xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Night night Freckle, sleep well. xQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
What makes a Fell runner.
Brave fell runners of the north let's go,
Hearts of steel not stopped by snow,
Gird yourself against wild northerlies,
Standing up to nature running to be free.
Yorkshire village to heart of the peak,
These sporting titans no recompense seek,
They just want to be there giving it all,
Camaraderie,together the fell runner stands tall.
At one with yourself and the wonderful land,
Athletes,poets and more together they stand,
Bravery,strength,passion and a indomitable soul,
Proud to be called fell runner no higher goal.
By Matthew Harmston
Nice one triQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
"Hearts of steel not stopped by snow"
yep - up to my waist in it this morning and ploughing onwards. Wonder if Inov-8 would consider a mudclaw snowshoe?
Not mine freckle, it's Abdulkadir NoormohamedQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Glad everyone liked it:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Nice one Tri! I'm off for my first snowy run tomorrow and have a feeling that there will be no strength, beauty or grace in my attempts but I'm looking forward to it, I've been dreaming of running in the snow.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Hell ow and merry. Did you race today ow ?. Have you done Wasdale and what sort of cut offs does it have. Could recommend any races travelling not an issue. In near future we shall have to get some vests sorted for the F.P.S as mentioned which we could wear if we wanted.
Love it Matt, you've captured the essence of Fell Running, not for financial or material wealth, just for wealth of the soul;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
For what i must do i must climb,
So i must climb into bed,
And dream of climbing.
Goodnight all, sleep well;)
I'm shattered so am off to bed but before I go, here is one from Erode Tamizhanban
the last breath caresses
my eyelids shut
encasing
an unborn sunrise within.
How gorgeous is that eh? Goodnight all.x
Night Merry. Sweet dreams.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Jolly Wassel-BowlQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel
Awwww thanks for that! good morning to you all! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Good morning everyone.
Good morning;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Just been for my first run since India. It became almost fairytalelike due to being through a woodland full of follies and up a steep gorge...am working on a few haikus based on that but for now here is something banal!:)
bent ankle, bruised knee
(the other one, thank goodness)
first run in the snow
so a 'pure maiden' are you XRunner...now that is something of a surprise!;)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
returning printer
tumbles through alien snow
dreaming of mangoes
The Cynics Only Love Poem
Love comes and goes
And often it has paused,
Then come back to see
The damage it has caused.
Brian Patten
I got my FRA handbook today. :D
New race calendar
Highlighter pen goes to work
Planning the future
Glad you got a good run in today. Hope you're not feeling too battered and bruised though. Like the haiku. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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 AlongQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
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:
Harry, you will need to speed up during your interval sessions, or are you doing them uphill?:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
It is one of the best.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
And I especially like the "sixty seconds' worth of distance run" line
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
Aye me too, and this part:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
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!'
That's great DT! Thanks....very true too.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
It was a great run and worth the small injuries sustained! I am just surprised that I felt so strong having not run for six weeks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
'If' is a great poem, one of my favourites too.
Good stuff merry. I will be 46 this year; the age my father was when he died. We were not close but it will be an important landmark in my life I think
Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he prevail?"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His grandfathers beat them many times."
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers --
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.
Stephen Maria Crane
Very moving merry...Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
I like this too Merry...some great sentiments.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
It will be six years in February since my dad died and I read this at his funeral because he was not religious and had an unorthodox approach to most things. Your poem and this one seem to make a good pair.
If I should go before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice.
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must
Parting is hell
But life goes on
So sing as well.
ps it was by Joyce Grenfell
Hi Freckle! Another great choice...Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Shame you were not so close mate, me and my Dad were best mates, used to drag me up hills at an early age, always remember walking the 3 peaks at 11 with him and his mates, he sneaked me a half of Guinness in the pub after, Happy Days:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
46 is too young, me and you are 46 this year, but we ain't going anywhere, too much to attempt yet;)
I love the "if" poem and can never read it enough...Hes I am glad you had a good run!
here is a poem by Kapka Kassabova
Geography for the Lost
The outlines of the hills are clear, very clear.
The stones are full of stately glee.
We don't know what has brought us here.
We don't know what will make us flee.
Seagulls in free fall, marbled weather-
with or without us, this city is complete,
and other cities for that matter,
and villages, and countrysides. They sleep
in peace without us. Yes, an insult. Never mind,
we're here. Univited, but we're here.
We even have a window, and we're pleased to find:
the outlines of the hills are clear, very clear.