It is all coming back now. I remember rolling rocks as big as my head to hold down one of those stripey wind breaks so we could shelter behind it from a sand storm. It is also on a beach that I saw my Mum do her fastest half mile ever as she shot off after a beach ball that had been grabbed by the wind. To this day I'm still impressed at the speed she showed that day!
Right guys, I'm going to have to head off to bed. I hope everyone's magazines turn up tomorrow.
Good night all. I'm off to dream of the sea.
x
Well, I received my magazine today and hey look whoi is on 80-81....why only little ol us lot (well some of us) and our poems!.....Its looks so beautiful with Hes' print behind it and the poems are awesome...well done everyone!
I think as Harry suggested we should think of themes for future publications!...towards the end of the year I thought we could sumbit some of our poems that have described various aspects of the seasons, there were a lot of nice ones about winter, the snow for example and a few so far about spring...hell we could even try and do a little calender if we had the time...i think that the quality of stuff is improving all the time so there will be loads to choose from...anyway I will stop witterring just something to ponder on.....![]()
still loving spring......
Putting in the Seed
by Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
can you scan a copy and email it me by any chance
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