tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639892272013528432.post8233092387582385223..comments2023-10-28T08:41:58.349+01:00Comments on Codlins and Cream: Andrew Young, poetryBovey Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05798594086901897654noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639892272013528432.post-2292374476809057682008-03-03T16:20:00.000+00:002008-03-03T16:20:00.000+00:00Oh, Beautiful, beautiful. I have to find some of ...Oh, Beautiful, beautiful. I have to find some of these marvellous poets for my own shelves. <BR/><BR/>"Have delved it deep as river-bed,<BR/>Till I walk wading to my head<BR/>In air so close and hot<BR/>And by the wind forgot,<BR/>It seems to me that in this place<BR/>The earth is breathing on my face." I've been in places like that in the American Wilderness, but here we think of the many Native Americans who have trod before us.<BR/>"Their horses slinging divots in the sky<BR/><BR/>"And with bright hooves<BR/>Printing the sodden turf with lucky grooves."<BR/><BR/>Awesome! thank you!<BR/>Nancynancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16587048072191384586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639892272013528432.post-4496433006532791272008-03-02T04:19:00.000+00:002008-03-02T04:19:00.000+00:00Thank you so much for stopping by my Show and Tell...Thank you so much for stopping by my Show and Tell yesterday - well, I see that it's already Sunday in England! <BR/><BR/>I think my new bowl would be perfect for trifle. <BR/><BR/>My brother and family live in Manchester - we've been there once and hope to come back once we're retired - soon!Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14938607712512860569noreply@blogger.com