Today's poet

[freckle]

Wonder if we could have our FPS vests ready in time ....

you took the words right outta my mouth!..........

[Harry H Howgill]

Try reading the epic 20,000 line poem:-

The Twelve Parts of Derbyshire by Edwin Boaden Thomas

There are copies on Ebay and ABE

I have a leather bound presentation copy with a personal dedication by the author.

My goodness. What a fascinating guy. No wonder it took him 20 years to write it. Thanks for the link. Lathkill Dale was a camping spot for many years when I was younger.

Whoever loves the west will know
The dales deep down in crevices,
The wind in lonely clumps of trees;
Will hear, where western waters flow,
Such hasty streams as tumbling move,
The smoother Lathkill, rapid Dove
And all those brooks that gently go
Through meadow valleys on their way
And whisper what they have to say.

[Harry H Howgill]

you took the words right outta my mouth!..........

I thought you never quoted song lyrics!!!!!!!!

[freckle]

I thought you never quoted song lyrics!!!!!!!!

Whens hes back? we might need to look at later dates and venues for jcc its just york handy for me..not too far

[sheep]

I particularly like his put-down to a heckler "I can't hear you, mate, your mouth's full of shit!".

Poetically, we know a song about that.

[Harry H Howgill]

Whens hes back? we might need to look at later dates and venues for jcc its just york handy for me..not too far

Early Jan I believe.

[freckle]

Poetically, we know a song about that.

Sheep!!!!!! i love it when you pop in !

[Harry H Howgill]

Sheep!!!!!! i love it when you pop in !

You can't beat a good bit of family fun from the Chumberley-Wumberlies.

I've been caught with that on in the car with innapropriate passengers a few times.

[Derby Tup]

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose,
or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret,
between the shadow and the soul
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand on my chest is my hand so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

[freckle]

where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand on my chest is my hand so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep........

oh my giddy aunt...how utterly beautiful is this....thank you DT...