Nice to hear you are safe and well and keeping the monkeys at bay!Originally Posted by Hes
I like the haiku too. Here's our version
A watery sun
One hundred bobble hats all
Head off with a sledge
Nice to hear you are safe and well and keeping the monkeys at bay!
I like the haiku too. Here's our version
A watery sun
One hundred bobble hats all
Head off with a sledge
Around, but mainly just loitering. Busy with work, busy with Christmas.
I got to reading some Wordsworth last night, and he's actually not bad!
I know you posted this a while ago Hes but the Haiku about the beloved small bird is one of the best i've read and had so much clarity and communicates so much instantly
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
WHOSE woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
A Winter Ride
by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.
So with the stretch of the white road before me,
Shining snowcrystals rainbowed by the sun,
Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,
Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.
Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!
Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
funnily enough, I was introduced to the pleasures of Mr Frost earlier today. King of the metaphor I'm told....which is a challenge for a shallow fellow like me! Didn't realise he wasn't contemporary. I enjoyed this HHH
again...a great find HHH. And the date places it pre Inov8....pre Walshes even! A lovely description of the joys of running. (unless it's metaphorical like all the rest and about sex.....) I'd be the last to know!
It is often interesting looking at the dates.
I like the line...
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Robin Redbreast
by: Eliza Allen Starr (1824-1901)
An early bird is our Robin, bold Rob,
The first of the frosty spring,
A russet blush on his rounded breast,
And sunlight tipping his wing.
With a chirp how he hops from bough to bush,
And his song how blithe and clear!
Our youngest darling knows Robin Redbreast,
The merriest bird of the year.
On the sweetbrier bush, just under the eaves,
See, Robin has built his nest;
And where is the child with hand so rude
As Robin's home to molest?
But mamma will slide the shutter each morn
To give a glimpse, on the sly,
At the lovely blue eggs by Redbreast laid,
IN the nest so snug and shy.
From the topmost bough of that lofty elm
He sings to his mate so dear,
And four little robins will Redbreast raise
To sing us sweet songs next years.
And when the four little robins are fledged,
If our own Robins are good,
They shall hear a story of Robin Redbreasts
And two dear "Babes in the Wood."
Good stuff HHH really great to read.
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