21 September 2012

Poem


12 comments:

  1. I really like this poem and the photograph that accompanies it. I also like that I learned two new words, curlew and clough, both of which seemed, after I looked them up in a dictionary, distinctly European. Two bloomings helped also (here in the colonies we do not distinguish between England and Europe). Curlew looked similar to, but is absolutely nothing like, curfew. And the only Clough I had heard of heretofore was Arthur Hugh. None of this is meant as a criticism.

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  2. I really like this poem and the photograph that accompanies it. I also like that I learned two new words, curlew and clough, both of which seemed, after I looked them up in a dictionary, distinctly European. Two bloomings helped also (here in the colonies we do not distinguish between England and Europe). Curlew looked similar to, but is absolutely nothing like, curfew. And the only Clough I had heard of heretofore was Arthur Hugh. None of this is meant as a criticism.

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  3. RHYMES WITH... Thank you for giving my poem some careful thought but I got you the first time. You didn't need to say it twice!

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  4. Can we take a flask?

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  5. LIBBY Not just a flask. A mobile phone, compass, map, survival bag, gloves, woolly hat, Kendal mintcake,camera, GPS beacon, notepad, pencil, a change of clothes, lucky charms, sandwiches, St Bernard dog with small barrel of brandy round neck, Tolstoy's "War and Peace", mouthorgan, whistle, a couple of flares... You should be okay then.

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  6. like I already said
    "I hate autumn"

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  7. The mountains glow from within
    To shake the summer’s dense heat
    And autumn’s golden leaves.
    There are sounds and smells and slight movements of wings
    To take your heart away
    And bring it back again.

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  9. What a wonderful poem. With spring well on the way, and me 3 kg lighter than I was this time last week (due to the inspiration of the Horizon programme "Eat, Fast and Live Longer") I am now even more determined to do some tramping this summer.

    High Country Weather

    Alone we are born
    And die alone;
    Yet see the red-gold cirrus
    Over snow mountain shine.

    Along the upland road
    Ride easy, stranger:
    Surrender to the sky
    Your heart of anger.

    - James K Baxter

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  10. EARL GRAY If I lived in North Wales I might come to hate autumn too...and the other three seasons.
    KATHERINE & MOUNTAIN THYME Thank you for your poetic inputs. I'm pleased that my poem stirred words in you too.

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  11. Yessssss! (not very poetic, I know, but you sum up my feelings exactly.)
    Thank you for noticing that I hadn't blogged for a while!

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  12. I also enjoyed your poem YP. Very meaningful - Dave

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