I'm proud to report that the Fell Poets had a fine night at Gummers How. HHH, OW & Freckle had a good run and row. The beer at the end is always worth it.
I'm proud to report that the Fell Poets had a fine night at Gummers How. HHH, OW & Freckle had a good run and row. The beer at the end is always worth it.
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Fell poets regatta
With harry to the port
whippet to the starboard
And freckle enjoying the view
We present our motley "scratch crew".
O'er the lake , with a huff and a puff
And a loyal hand
Three fell pals ascend "at pace"
Before tumbling back down.
To the waters edge,
And with a nifty push
We take the run off with aplomb
Clambering the final steps to a lush
Peroni!
Thank you to Harry and Old Whippett for being the perfect gents and loyal team mates...a wonderful day out with sunshine, running and laughter!
I am uttery amazed that you both ran Tebay before Gummers How and were still available to haul me up that hill!
A special day and one to remember!
x
Last edited by freckle; 20-06-2010 at 05:28 PM.
This could be one for the Druids at Stonehenge today.
Written on a Summer Evening
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
John Keats
Well done fell poets!!! I am very sorry I wasn't able to make it this weekend due to the Open Studios...maybe next year.
Great poem Freckle and well done on Gummers How. I wish i could have been there.xx
I really like Alf's Keats for the summer solstice. I am contemplating what to do for it myself. I know it will involve a certain person, a run, a hill and a picnic but where and what order is yet to be determined. I've just been listening to Radio 3 on Iplayer and can totally recommend Sunday's edition of Words and Music called Miniatures. Here is a lovely one that I think describes passion very well (sorry its before 9pm)
The Storm
Miles off, a storm breaks. It ripples to our room.
You look up into the light so it catches one side
Of your face, your tight mouth, your startled eye.
You turn to me and when I call you come
Over and kneel beside me, wanting me to take
Your head between my hands as if it were
A delicate bowl that the storm might break.
You want me to get between you and the brute thunder.
But settling on your flesh my great hands stir,
Pulse on you and then, wondering how to do it, grip.
The storm rolls through me as your mouth opens.
Ian Hamilton
Late Fragment
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved,
to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Raymond Carver
Just so everyone knows, Freckle wrote that in the boat on the way back across ;-)
Row row row your boat,
across Windermere.
Up to the top of Gummers How,
And back down for a beer.
That is an absolute classic and one of my favourites. I never tire of reading that.
Well done Fell Poet Rowers
mother Goosander
leads her seven young proudly
down denuded Wharfe
Poacher turned game-keeper
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