Originally Posted by brett
Anyway you having broken me away from my Keats: where is the poetry on this thread?
Apart from the vision of loveliness that is me descending Ingleborough that is.
Anyway you having broken me away from my Keats: where is the poetry on this thread?
Apart from the vision of loveliness that is me descending Ingleborough that is.
So far behind I was tucking into my first pint of crap lager (what a crap pub) as you were visiting the trig point.
voila!......
Ode to Autumn
Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Mmmmh. Very nice.
No point chatting to GrahamB, cos he is still on Inglebugger
Where is this inglebugger place that you speak of? i must visit it sometime!No point chatting to GrahamB, cos he is still on Inglebugger
crap pub
crap barman
crap wine
no beer!
Absolutely unbelievable.
You should have all come back to Ilkley for Petrus by the barrel.
We had a fabulous race up there last night. Graham is still there I think!
You should have come back with us to the Front Room - Landlord - on fine form
Petrus is OK - but doesn't beat the real thing
Hello!
Is anyone there?
It's very dark and cold up here.
Hello!
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