Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Ohh you slipped in another great haiku. I know that feeling.
Ohh you slipped in another great haiku. I know that feeling.
you lot are funny tonight...when can we all meet up for a run and attendence at a live poetry reading please ....washed down with lots of snecklifterand old tom ale of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!....my laptop smells as if its going to blow up its been on that long tonight........oh dear, all in the name of art!!!!I can't say I even noticed the rhyming!
You must be able to keep your composure under pressure better than I.
It was very rude wasn't it!!I can't say I even noticed the rhyming!
You must be able to keep your composure under pressure better than I.
Wouldn't that be great. A fell run followed by poetry and a pint. Would love to meet you all!
That was the best thing about going back through from the start to find all the haikus. There was some great stuff I missed first time round.
The great haiku hunt!
Can you find the one about
"Oh lonely windy path"?
ditto!!!!!!!!lets keep our eyes peeled for something suitable in the new year?....i'll take the pressure of everyone by coming last!
A fine proposition!
How about running whilst haikuing and sneckliftering all at once?
Then again I'd keep dropping my pint whilst counting on my fingers to 5 or 7 !
Let's do that! You won't be last...I'm bagging that position, I'll have spent a month in India and will probably be recovering from either dysentry or altitude sickness! I am wondering if I can fit in my fell shoes and at least try a jog in the himalayas...ditto!!!!!!!!
That sounds great, (apart from the dysentry of course.)
"A jog in the Hymalayas" sounds like a good title for a book.
I remember having to recite this poem when I was at Primary school.
WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That 's the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
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