bootbags Posted August 7, 2008 Author Share Posted August 7, 2008 Hymer C 9. - 2008-08-07 3:51 PM bootbags that is one on the beautiful poems that once you have heard you stays with you always, thanks for putting it on. Carol. Thank you Carol, I hope there may be some first timers out there who have NOT read it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ohgrandma Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 Thanks Bootbags, Have never read that before, It "got" to me for want of a better word, I will probably copy that, Ria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ROON Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 Thanks Bootsy, one of my favourites too that. Joy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 7, 2008 Author Share Posted August 7, 2008 ohgrandma - 2008-08-07 4:30 PM Thanks Bootbags, Have never read that before, It "got" to me for want of a better word, I will probably copy that, Ria. So glad I have introduced it to you, yes it is a bit of a choker isn't it. I gave it to my son when he was a young man, he is now 42 and it still means as much to him Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 7, 2008 Author Share Posted August 7, 2008 ROON - 2008-08-07 4:35 PM Thanks Bootsy, one of my favourites too that. Joy Yes, I thought 'IT' would be your taste :-D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ROON Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 another favourite whilst we are being sentimental, but NOT overly.... IF THOU MUST LOVE ME (From Sonnets from the Portuguese) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning IF THOU MUST LOVE ME - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile- her look- her way Of speaking gently,- for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,- and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,- A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. - - Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 7, 2008 Author Share Posted August 7, 2008 Was reading this earlier with a view to posting - yes lovely, so glad you picked it :-D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ohgrandma Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 Joy, I love poems, but some make me weepy, You would love some of the poems that O midnight and Icelander used to post, they were always a must for me to read, Wish they still posted them, Ria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michele Posted August 7, 2008 Share Posted August 7, 2008 And on that note where have they got to ??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ohgrandma Posted August 8, 2008 Share Posted August 8, 2008 Michele, They have moved, there are 2 posts from Rob on British Gas Thread. I guess they have been too busy packing etc. Ria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ROON Posted August 9, 2008 Share Posted August 9, 2008 On a very sad note, you know I do charity work, well some years ago this was written by a man called Steve who is completely paralysed - to his daughter: I can't wake you with a kiss each morning Trace my fingers round your face, Rub your nose I can't carry breakfast to your bedroom Squeeze an orange, slice bread, butter your toast. I can't button cuffs for you or brush your hair find your socks and school books, hold your lunch box I can't skip with you down the road, hand in hand with swinging arms, head thrown back, laughing at the tree tops I can't stand and watch you in the playground Chasing Amy, watching Vicky's friends I can't cuddle you if you stumble or Be waiting at the gate when school ends ......... there are lots more versus, and the poem then ends once more .. I can't wake you with a kiss each morning. :'( :'( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 9, 2008 Author Share Posted August 9, 2008 very sad and thought provoking Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bootbags Posted August 9, 2008 Author Share Posted August 9, 2008 Looking at the rain outside and more promised for the coming week - look at the positive side as in the following poem: By W M Letts called A SOFT DAY A soft day, thank God! A wind from the south With a honeyed mouth; A scent of drenching leaves, Briar and beech and lime. White elder-flower and thyme And the soaking grass smells sweet, Crushed by my two bare feet, While the rain drips, Drips, drips, drips from the leaves. A soft day, thank God! The hills wear a shroud Of silver cloud; The web the spider weaves Is a glittering net; The woodland path is wet And the soaking earth smells sweet under my two bare feet, And the rain drips, Drips, drips, drips from the leaves. (Reminds me, must get some wellies :-D ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ROON Posted August 9, 2008 Share Posted August 9, 2008 we are quite a romantic little lot really arn't we? :-D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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