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.
Yes i have spotted that coming in with the Arnside Bore. Frightening, especially the siren like noise it makes.
ReplyDeleteIf pigs could fly? Maybe one of us should have their eyes tested. Hope your eye progressing well.
ReplyDeleteJust spotted Ingleborough.
ReplyDeleteAlan R - I'm not sure if he/she is amphibious.
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BC - Eye f/up tomorrow for me. I was going to mention Ingleborough in the caption but then decided to see if anybody noticed.
Apart from the wings, eye and mouth the photo is-as-was with thr cloud, taken from my living room window.
ReplyDeleteNever mind Ingleborough, what about The Chimney?
ReplyDeleteGayle - That's not a chimney, it's his tethering mast.
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