Lives of great men will remind us
We can make our lives sublime
And,departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Longfellow
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I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.
In the jolly meadow
Sat a jolly hare.
Saw the jolly hunter.
Took jolly care.
Hunter jolly eager-
Sight of jolly prey.
Forgot gun pointing
Wrong jolly way.
Jolly hunter jolly head
Over heels gone.
Jolly old safety catch
Not jolly on.
Bang went the jolly gun.
Hunter jolly dead.
Jolly hare got clean away.
Jolly good, I said.
Charles Causey - (24 August 1917 – 4 November 2003) was a Cornish poet, schoolmaster and writer. His work is noted for its simplicity and directness and for its associations with folklore, especially when linked to his native Cornwall.
that inn is quite famous with we travellers up and down the Fosse Way - the aim is to go down and up the other side without talking one's foot off the pedal - through the dip and curve in the otherwise dead straight Roman Road: I've often passed that way when visiting clients in the sort of houses you highlight - but never at a time appropriate for a look-in.
ReplyDeleteYou must have sympathy with the extension builders though - they are probably not allowed to alter the structure to get the space for the essential gym, pool, cinema, games room, office, massage parlour and guest suites - or to rip up the walls for the cabling for entertainment, communications and security systems. Keeps many of us in business - think of the applicators that have glided over those marble (and limestone) halls!
Gimmer - yes, I experienced some of those would be record breakers on the short fifty yards I walked on that road.j
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