Today's poet

[Hes]

Which is your thread?

Lightweight tents,
Unorganised events?
Managing erosion,
Go-faster potion?
Must-do sessions,
Bum bag possessions?
Today’s training,
Yesterday’s raining?
Running in Kuwait,
Favourite inov-8?
Tomorrow’s hill reps,
Running up steps?
Barefoot running,
Race tactic cunning?
Stud spacing,
Race pacing?
Best way to run uphill,
Is there magic pill?
Bob Graham rounds,
Following hounds?

The one for me,
Is Today’s Poetry.

Ha ha...that's brilliant! You are on fine form HHH.

[Hes]

Race for life

my head is battling
with a body that threatens
to betray us both

[Nathaniel Lee]

Brilliant HHH.

[Harry H Howgill]

Ha ha...that's brilliant! You are on fine form HHH.

I'm just having a giggle at some of the current thread titles. They just get dafter and dafter.

[Hes]

I'm just having a giggle at some of the current thread titles. They just get dafter and dafter.

I was thinking exactly the same. I saw one today encouraging people to have a whinge about teachers...I had to ask myself why? The stud measuring one was quite funny too. I almost replied to that in a very flippant and girlish manner but thought I might start something I couldn't finish!

[Hes]

I've always liked this poem and often ask myself the following question 'if I had taken the other path today, would my life still have turned out the same?' It can be as simple as catching a bus instead of walking. Driving to Harriers a different route....

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

[Pilgrim]

I've always liked this poem and often ask myself the following question 'if I had taken the other path today, would my life still have turned out the same?' It can be as simple as catching a bus instead of walking. Driving to Harriers a different route....

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

I'm not really into poetry, but that is one of my favourites.

[Harry H Howgill]

I was thinking exactly the same. I saw one today encouraging people to have a whinge about teachers...I had to ask myself why? The stud measuring one was quite funny too. I almost replied to that in a very flippant and girlish manner but thought I might start something I couldn't finish!

I know exactly what you mean. I sometimes throw a post in, then get brow beaten by someone with more energy in the subject of "Today's Sausages" or whatever. (I made that up but it probably exists!)

[Hes]

I know exactly what you mean. I sometimes throw a post in, then get brow beaten by someone with more energy in the subject of "Today's Sausages" or whatever. (I made that up but it probably exists!)

ha ha...I did get quite into the Today's Courgettes thread and that's no joke. I'm looking forward to it starting again next summer.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Yorkshire

Your dales and wolds such beauty there to see,
Steel,coal and textile mills made people hard in this land,
The rocky coast round robin hoods bay and pounding sea,
Forced to live on scraps of food from squires hand.

Wharfedale, Whitby and the wonderful yorkshire fell,
A peaceful night in a village inn with a pint of sam,
The North Yorks moors have me under there spell,
I am proud to be a Yorkshireman it is everything that i am.


By Matt Harmston