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.
You sound like you are really getting a feel for Dartmoor now. The navigation is challenging but that makes it even more worth lovely.
ReplyDeleteBlonde One and I have some history with that tree and boundary stone, we know it well.
Did you spot the wooden posts on Hameldown? Can you guess why they are there?
Blonde Two - it's all good stuff. I'm a convert. I did see the poles. They are either for marking the path in winter snow or for hanging funny hats on.
ReplyDeleteWe have been there in the winter snow a few times (very cold) but you are wrong - think German planes and landing sites :-)
ReplyDeleteBlonde Two - sounds like a good clue, but I'm still not sure even though I was born in 1939. I look forward to your explanation - perhaps it would make a good Dartmoor post for you?
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