Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Stolly-love it, in particular...these lines

"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!'"

Always been one of my favourite poems, nice one Stolly, BG talk is that freckle

[sheep]

After Larkin:

They tuck you up, your mum and dad,
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man,
It shines out like a sweetshop shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.

[stevefoster]

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself,
A bird will fall frozen from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Short and too the point

[freckle]

I prefer the poetry of Kenneth Ormiston - modified to suit fell running.

Here is another example:

be still my beating heart !!!!!!!!

Absolutely love them both! what a lovely way to start monday........

[freckle]

After Larkin:

They tuck you up, your mum and dad,
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man,
It shines out like a sweetshop shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.

loveleeeeeeeeeee

[freckle]

Always been one of my favourite poems, nice one Stolly, BG talk is that freckle

ha ha!......allendale will be enuff for me next year me thinks! have a nice day merry! ps i liked your poem!

[mr brightside]

Coleridge all the way, he may have been a gearhead but he was a right guy.

[sheep]

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself,
A bird will fall frozen from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Or...

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self-contained.
I stand a look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
they do not make me sick discussing their duty to god.
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth

[Hanneke]

Having just come back from the Fell relays and stayed in Cockermouth, it has to be Wordsworth today...

A fragment of 'Prelude'... well worth a read, the whole thing, by the way!

Ye Presences of Nature in the sky
And on the earth! Ye Visions of the hills!
And Souls of lonely places! can I think
A vulgar hope was yours when ye employed
Such ministry, when ye, through many a year
Haunting me thus among my boyish sports,
On caves and trees, upon the woods and hills,
Impressed, upon all forms, the characters
Of danger or desire; and thus did make
The surface of the universal earth,
With triumph and delight, with hope and fear,
Work like a sea?

[wheezing donkey]

Being a N Lancs lad, it's got to be Preston's best...Robert Service and his poems centred around the 1904 Yukon Gold Rush.