Winter
Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon. - Walter de la Mare
Oh thank you roy and DT...my nerves are quite calmed now (transit van?...oh yer...v funny harry!)....HHH love that walter de le mare poem "silver"...beautiful ...just back from my run, didn't see the little blighter thru the mist ......so good to come back to more poems about it....!Originally Posted by Roy Scott
Last edited by freckle; 11-12-2009 at 09:02 PM.
The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
"Harvest Moon"
Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.
But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.
When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.
But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.
N Young
Harry, this post was largely responsible for possibly one of the worst ever versions of 'Only love can break your heart' ever heard! A few minutes ago in my kitchen
Poacher turned game-keeper
What a shame you haven't got a web cam!Harry, this post was largely responsible for possibly one of the worst ever versions of 'Only love can break your heart' ever heard! A few minutes ago in my kitchen
You can't beat a bit of kitchen karaoke! I hope you were getting the washing up done at the same time!
I was making beans on toast, topped with dairy product mined by Cheddar micesWhat a shame you haven't got a web cam!
You can't beat a bit of kitchen karaoke! I hope you were getting the washing up done at the same time!
Poacher turned game-keeper
Throughout these thousands of posts, containing some of humanity's finest poems, I don't think I've read a finer line than that.I was making beans on toast, topped with dairy product mined by Cheddar mices
I'm sure you could wangle a haiku out of that!
Stella fueled Tup
croons a Youngian classic
grating farmhouse fare
Poacher turned game-keeper
BrilliantStella fueled Tup
croons a Youngian classic
grating farmhouse fare
"Grating farmhouse fare" is a great line
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