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This one is for Spring that is on its way
Iwandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: - A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazed -and gazed -but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Quoting: Ray McWilliams This one by Elizabeth Clarke Hardy, I heard read at a funeral service.
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Some time at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away With no response to the friendly hail Of kindred craft in the busy bay In the silent hush of the twilight pale, When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the waters flow Some time at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail O’er the ebbing tide of the unknown sea, I shall fare me away with a dip of sail And a ripple of water to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager sailing away To the mystic isle where at anchor lay The craft of those who have sailed before O’er the unknown sea to the unseen shore.
A few who have watched me sail away Will miss away my craft from the busy bay Some friendly barques that were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear In silent sorrow will drop a tear, But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In mooring sheltered, from storm or gale, And greeted friends who sailed before O’er the unknown sea to the unseen shore.
This piece touched me deeply as I feel that it is aligned with a Memorial Service and would indeed, be absolutely right for anyone with a love for the sea!! I really liked it because it rang a resonating bell in me to the fragility of men
Look after yourself! it's the only place you've got to live in.
’Ere... you can talk about the Air Force In their blue and red machines You can talk about the Navy And the Army and Marines. And I know they’re worth the glory That’s showered on ’em too And I know they do it properly When they’ve got a job to do But I’ve got a special ’ero And I bet you can’t guess who Well I’ll tell you... It’s me brother in the Life Guards.
And he don’t ’alf look a dandy When he’s sittin’ on ’is ’orse You see, the Life Guards they aren’t mechanised So he’s got an ’orse of course. And underneath the ’orses saddle There’s a kind of sheepskin rug And he sits up there all stiff and straight And ’e don’t ’alf look smug. And ’is ’elmet comes so low in front You can ’ardly see ’is mug He looks a scream, he do... My brother in the Life Guards.
His christian name is Sidney, And ’e ain’t ’alf a Sid And he ran away to join the Life Guards, No straight... he really did! And he’s really very comical He’s full of fun and charm If there’s any funny pranks about You can bet Sid’s there... not ’alf. ’Ere, and when he comes on leave on Sundays, Cor!... he don’t half make us larf He do though, straight he do My brother in the Life Guards.
He rides a mare called Edna Now there’s a funny name And she’s all jet black, all over... And she’s sweet and nice and tame. And ’e curry combs and brushes ’er Well, more times than enough And ’e feeds ’er sweets and carrots And all that kinda stuff. I think he’d take ’er to the pictures If the seats was big enough! He would you know, straight up he would, My brother in the Life Guards.
He said he didn’t ’alf feel nervous The first time on sentry, though. It was in that street they call ’White Hall’ In them ’orse ’utches... well, you know. And I ’spect you do feel jumpy The first time on guard, I suppose And Edna, she wasn’t used to ’im She kept ’oppin’ on ’er toes. And then she jerked the reins so much His ’elmet cut ’is nose... ’E didn’t like that much, My brother in the Life Guards.
When he came off guard the sergeant says, "Where’d you get that bleedin’ nose And Sid, see... he wouldn’t let Edna down. Said, "Well, I banged it... I suppose!" Said the sergeant, "Sidney Ringrose... You’re really very slack! There’s a remedy for that complaint A good old fashioned knack." Well, ’ow could ’e take ’is breastplate off And shove it down ’is back, He’s no contortionist, My brother in the Life Guards.
Well, I think I’ve told you quite enough About my brother, Sid. I could go on talking all day long But you’d get fed up if I did. Only, if you ever go down White Hall Or you’ve got some time to spare, And you see two blokes on ’orseback On the right... from Trafalgar Square And one of ’em’s got a shiny nose And ’e’s on a jet black mare, Well, that’s Edna... And my brother in the Life Guards.
