Aye. There are 3 or 4 woodpeckers in the woods next to my house. It's the 1st year I've been here in early spring. It sounds like they are gunning for each other like kids playing Japs and Commandos. Trouble is that's too much to get into a haiku.Originally Posted by Mossdog
That sounds like a challenge to my ears. I'll get back to you.
Top stuff NB. I love a cheeky haiku.
Glad to hear you are full of the joys of spring Mossy. :-)
And relax........
It was just asking for a haiku my dear!...you always make me laugh HHH!
Like that NB, hope it comes true, be made up for t'Tup.
Found this, like it, sharing it.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
Lyrics from a Rick Springfield song, still miss my father, 12 years on friday since the long night.
My Father's Chair still standing there
All alone since the long night
Now it's three years on and I still feel
He'll come home, we'll be alright
So where's this healing time brings
I was told the pain would ease
But it still hurts like the first night
That night my brother, my mother and I
Were looking up at a distant star
And wishing we could reach that far
And back in the house
And alone for the first time
We told each other we cared
We avoided My Father's Chair
I watch my family, we hold on
We are strong and we'll be alright
The clock continues counting down, all the while
And every child will share the long night
But do the spirits meet again
Why am I still so filled with doubt
Is my soul everlasting
And the far distant future
When I knew you'd be gone
Came too fast and stays too long
Why do they leave the weak of spirit
And take the strong
When the world turns sour
And I get sick from the smell
And I can't find no comfort there
I climb into My Father's Chair.
See you again one day, best friend.
I'm glad that you did Steve, its beautiful.
Another moving choice. I think you never stop missing them, no matter how many years pass, you just are more aware of it at certain times than others. Sending you a virtual hug for Friday.
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