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  • Very fitting, Squeak.
  • Thanks Squeak, so very sad.
  • Thank you Squeak.
  • That was wonderful Squeak. I got to share this one!

    Miss Chris
  • It is one of my favorite songs from his CD "Life'll Kill Ya".
  • There is a Solemn Wind To-Night
    by Katherine Mansfield

    There is a solemn wind to-night
    That sings of solemn rain;
    The trees that have been quiet so long
    Flutter and start again.

    The slender trees, the heavy trees,
    The fruit trees laden and proud,
    Lift up their branches to the wind
    That cries to them so loud.

    The little bushes and the plants
    Bow to the solemn sound,
    And every tiniest blade of grass
    Shakes on the quiet ground.


    This Gloomy Northern Day
    by Robert Louis Stevenson

    THIS gloomy northern day,
    Or this yet gloomier night,
    Has moved a something high
    In my cold heart; and I,
    That do not often pray,
    Would pray to-night.

    And first on Thee I call
    For bread, O God of might!
    Enough of bread for all, -
    That through the famished town
    Cold hunger may lie down
    With none to-night.

    I pray for hope no less,
    Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord,
    That to the struggling young
    May preach with brazen tongue
    Stout Labour, high success,
    And bright reward.

    And last, O Lord, I pray
    For hearts resigned and bold
    To trudge the dusty way -
    Hearts stored with song and joke
    And warmer than a cloak
    Against the cold.

    If nothing else he had,
    He who has this, has all.
    This comforts under pain;
    This, through the stinging rain,
    Keeps ragamuffin glad
    Behind the wall.

    This makes the sanded inn
    A palace for a Prince,
    And this, when griefs begin
    And cruel fate annoys,
    Can bring to mind the joys
    Of ages since.


    What Man May Learn, What Man May Do
    by Robert Louis Stevenson

    WHAT man may learn, what man may do,
    Of right or wrong of false or true,
    While, skipper-like, his course he steers
    Through nine and twenty mingled years,
    Half misconceived and half forgot,
    So much I know and practise not.

    Old are the words of wisdom, old
    The counsels of the wise and bold:
    To close the ears, to check the tongue,
    To keep the pining spirit young;
    To act the right, to say the true,
    And to be kind whate'er you do.

    Thus we across the modern stage
    Follow the wise of every age;
    And, as oaks grow and rivers run
    Unchanged in the unchanging sun,
    So the eternal march of man
    Goes forth on an eternal plan.
  • Thank you, Sflake.
    There is a Solemn Wind To-Night ... I was just reading that this morning!!
  • I used to read this to DD so often, she had it memorized by the time she was four (she's 22 now and still knows it)

    Where ever I am, there's always Pooh,
    There's always Pooh and Me.
    Whatever I do, he wants to do,
    "Where are you going today?'' says Pooh:
    "Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
    Let's go together,'' says Pooh, says he.
    "Let's go together,'' says Pooh.

    "What's twice eleven?'' I said to Pooh.
    "Twice what?'' said Pooh to Me.
    "I think it ought to be twenty-two.''
    "Just what I think myself,'' said Pooh.
    "It wasn't an easy sum to do,
    But that's what it is,'' said Pooh, said he.
    "That's what it is,'' said Pooh.

    "Let's look for dragons,'' I said to Pooh.
    "Yes let's,'' said Pooh to Me.
    We crossed the river and found a few-
    "Yes, those are dragons all right,'' said Pooh.
    "As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
    That's what they are,'' said Pooh, said he.
    "That's what they are,'' said Pooh.

    "Let's frighten the dragons,'' I said to Pooh.
    "that's right,'' said Pooh to Me.
    "I'm not afraid,'' I said to Pooh.
    And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
    Silly old dragons!'' -and off they flew.
    "I wasn't afraid,'' said Pooh, said he.
    "I'm never afraid with you.''

    Where ever I am, there's always Pooh,
    There's always Pooh and Me.
    "What would I do?'' I said to Pooh.
    "If it wasn't for you,'' and Pooh said: ``True,
    It isn't much fun for One, but Two
    Can stick together,'' says Pooh, says he.
    "That's how it is,'' says Pooh.

    A.A. Milne
  • That's so sweet, Karen.
  • Ok, so I had to dig way far back to find this thread, but I found it!

    I have a minor plug -

    http://www.poetryscribbles.com/

    click on the poetry link. There is a bunch of stuff on there. Nothing too new, but I am hoping some more gets posted soon.
  • I'm so glad you dug this up, Squeak... thank you!

    So, is Scott "the boy"?
    Or are we looking for something by you?
    It's great stuff!
  • The boy

    He just bought his domain name, and I am just proud of him, thats all


    I just helped pick out the domain name.
  • Cool, Squeak. Thank you for sharing it with us!