Imagination:Originally Posted by freckle
don't be daft howgill yu didn't spoil it, you know me, just like to let my imagination go a bit wild now and then!
Wander wildly, yes. Just don't
forget to come back.
Imagination:don't be daft howgill yu didn't spoil it, you know me, just like to let my imagination go a bit wild now and then!
Wander wildly, yes. Just don't
forget to come back.
Top of the morning to you all...
For those of you grafting
give yourself a pat on the back
For those of you "frolicking"
in the peat bogs of the north
I send you hopes for an excellent trot!
Meanwhile, a day of top pottering awaits
Hope to get back on later
(but not too late)
Here's a nice one by Robert Frost.....
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
I love the word wended, going to try and fit in some top quality wending in today!
He he, nice one Harry, I'll remember that...Imagination:
Wander wildly, yes. Just don't
forget to come back.
I can't believe that little ol me is getting labelled as a queen of drama...i mean.....
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Here's a better drama queen pic for you freckle
What a wonderful poem to read at the top of a hill. (A "hill of view" of course.) One for Armitage day I feel.
May your wendings be wonderous.
Top of the morning to you all...
For those of you grafting
give yourself a pat on the back
For those of you "frolicking"
in the peat bogs of the north
I send you hopes for an excellent trot!
Meanwhile, a day of top pottering awaits
Hope to get back on later
(but not too late)
Here's a nice one by Robert Frost.....
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
I love the word wended, going to try and fit in some top quality wending in today!
What a fantastic picture. That is your best photo yet!
Did I spy one? Or
did the flash of wings decieve?
Little Ringed Plover?
off to Borrowdale
Lake, Ridge and Wainwright beckons
have fun Fell Poets!
Poacher turned game-keeper
Enjoy...........oops, i mean av a good unoff to Borrowdale
Lake, Ridge and Wainwright beckons
have fun Fell Poets!
Here's a better drama queen pic for you freckle
He he!
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