One for Stef as she battles her way round the BGR
Determination
Hanging on
A thin bending stem
A little bumblebee
Refuses to fall.
Wind blows stronger,
Ever tighter he clings,
Determined not to lose.
Tenacity is rewarded
As he buries his tiny head
Within the crimson heart
Of a delicate rose
And extracts
The sweetest
Richest, golden nectar.
(author not known)
Very bad luck with the weather conditions Stef.
From "Endymion"
But this is human life: the war, the deeds,
The disappointment, the anxiety,
Imagination's struggles, far and nigh,
All human; bearing in themselves this good,
That they are still the air the subtle food,
To make us feel existence.
John Keats
Thanks for posting this. It's absolutely beautiful! Stef
Originally Posted by Alf
Poacher turned game-keeper
what a fantastic poem alf, well done stef on what sounds like a valiant effort in dreadful conditions lets hope the weather is with you the next time.
Great effort Stef, you were just unlucky with the conditions. You know you can do it. Take your time and pick a nice day.
Harry
Too true HHH, I was in Dufton on Saturday and did a recce of High Cup Nick and Dufton Pyke fell races (did my own version....) and it was atrocious weather. Gales and driving rain most of the time. It must have been a hundred times worse for Stef's BG. I reckon she'll crack it next time though.
I love this Freckle. I think I know exactly where you are coming from...this is a great poem about poetry and the urgency to express in writing when you can't express in person and the calm/quiet that comes when you can!xx (hope I've read that right anyway)
Shrek the Doorman
Twenty stone
six foot four
he's the bouncer
on the door.
Broken nose
tattooed neck
nicknamed Ogre
or Mr Shrek.
If your drunk
he'll chuck you out
and if your gobby
you'll get a clout.
He used to wrestle
used to box
weapon hidden
down his socks.
Dangerous man
is Mr Shrek
giant head
on massive neck.
So behave yourself
in the Ogre's place
or you may get knocked
into outer space!
Met him once in Sunderland on my birthday, nice bloke really.
Not my poem just found it.
Been watching Shrek films tonight:wink:
thanks Hes your very sweet hope dufton was enjoyable inspite of the weather! steve that poem was funny !!!
Last edited by freckle; 30-05-2011 at 08:41 PM.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
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