Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Funny; I've discovered that too. They don't like going up stairs either!

And they cling to the walls of the Moot Hall when you set off on a BG, and are long gone when you get back, i'm told:wink:

[Stef F]

And they cling to the walls of the Moot Hall when you set off on a BG, and are long gone when you get back, i'm told:wink:

Forever? :closed:

[Hes]

I've been there too, amazing place. I do like the Greek islands. I went to Crete last year and it was wonderful and very easy to get away from everyone if you walked far enough.

Just watched a programme about people who want to get married in Greece, one couple had their ceremony on Santorini, been there twice, some cracking cliffs to build a hovel on, beautiful island that was blown apart by volcanic action yonks ago.

[Hes]

That's good advice Steve. I think running makes the demons disappear anyway, whether its up, down or just along. It certainly puts things in perspective for me.

I've tried taking life seriously, it's no fun, and you miss so much of the beauty of life, wrapped in your own misery, smile and appreciate the little things is my way forward, and keep running faster than the demons. (i've discovered demons don't like going uphill)

[stevefoster]

Forever? :closed:

You'll know soon enough:wink:

[stevefoster]

So it's sorted then, keep running, be it up, down or along, then retire to a greek hovel on a cliff, demon's will be stuck at passport control trying to explain why they photo don't match their face:thumbup:

Job's a good un.

[Stef F]

You'll know soon enough:wink:

You have faith!

Nite nite sleep tite it's time for bed
pillow beckons my sleepy head
god bless sweet dreams and all that stuff
and here's to big dog stuffed with fluff
lights out eyes closed counting sheep
and god bless little dog quiet now not a peep
right left bob graham counting stairs
and god bless donkey all smiles no cares
long dog watches from his bedside seat
with wee lamb tucked up nice and neat
Watch me keep me safe oh stuffed gang of mine
Until suns up and the new day is fine

A load of nonsence I know!

[OneOffPoet]

Hello Fell Poets!

I've been working away of late and it's taken ages to catch up with this thread (pretty much the only one i read now despite being back to racing again after injury). Some lovely stuff, very pleased to see Cohen get a look in

Working away from home and being a new father (2 months in now!!) plus the impending arrival of my wife's first Mother's Day as a mum (which she's very excited about) has resulted in some creative stirrings in a non-fellrunning direction, namely motherhood/parenthood etc. I've been fascinated to see how our daughter responds to us, esp her mother and so have had a go at a poem written from baby daughter to mum...

Who are you?

I don't know your name
or anything about you
But I know you more
than anyone could hope to

I don't know your past
The world that saw you born
But I can feel the love that flows between us
keep us warm

I don't know your ways
Your tastes or favourite colour
But I know you're the one
that matters more than any other

I don't know your dreams
The things you want to do
But I can feel your spirit
And you can feel mine too

I don't know your name
I don't know what I am called
But I know you are my mother
I know you are my world

[Stolly]

I've been there too, amazing place. I do like the Greek islands. I went to Crete last year and it was wonderful and very easy to get away from everyone if you walked far enough.

South west Crete is best I think; where'd you go? Elafanisos on the south west tip when I went there (a few years ago now) was one of the most beautiful and unspoilt beaches I have ever seen. I hope to god its still the same.

[stevefoster]

Couple of good un's from Stef and OneOffPoet last night:thumbup: