Lord of the Deep. Trees and Plants.

After the second Drama on the Saturday morning of the Silent Eye Workshop we had a break, then a presentation from Lorraine Munn on The Natural World and Man. Lorraine is a Druid and she is a mentor with O B O D and an ordained minister with the One Spirit Interfaith Foundation.
Lorraine spoke to us about how there is so much in Nature that is spiritual and it’s relationship to man.

Lorraine is a warm and knowledgeable woman who made us all stop and think. She suggested that we can learn a lot from plants and trees. Lorraine is very wise about trees she can commune with them.

I shall not attempt to repeat her presentation because I do not want to misquote or misrepresent her in any way.

I love nature and I have always loved trees. I often find myself drawn to them and can spend hours in their company.

Bend with the wind,go with the flow

So wise, with knowledge we will never know.

Bare in the winter

Silent in snow

Covered in blossom in spring

Birds nest in your branches and sing

Summer brings green leaves

And you give us shade

Autumn’s hues are a sight to behold

Covering the ground in carpets of red and gold.

Trees know so much, they see so much. We use them to build, for warmth, for furniture. We give little back. We, humans as a race are users. Vast forests and jungles are cleared in the name of progress.

Hopefully with the splinters and ashes and discarded furniture the trees go back into mother Earth so new ones may grow.

Trees and vegetation were here before us, they will be here when we are gone.

Yes Lorraine is right we can learn a lot from nature. Trees and plants have been here so much longer than we have. Animals too can teach us so much. Have you ever been privileged enough to have a close encounter with, a fox, deer or even domestic animals. The knowledge in their eyes is beautiful.

Ruby (sitting) and her friend Quala. They are both Guide Dogs, though Ruby is now retired and lives with us.

Yes Lorraine confirmed my feelings on our relationship with Nature and gave me a lot to think about.

Our Acer we have only had it a year but we hope it will grace us with it presence for a long time to come.

Song Lyric Sunday. Animals.

Jim Adams, aka Newwpicauthor, has decided that this week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY will be Animal.

Well I struggled with this prompt. Being late to the party the first to mind would be already used. Then I remembered Let’s Do It. The 1920’s Cole Porter standard. I chose the Alanis Morissette version.

I do love this version I hope you do too.

Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall In Love)”

Lyrics. Cole Porter

Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

In Spain, the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Letts do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it – think of Siamese twins

Some Argentines without means do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Romantic sponges, they say, do it
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, ‘gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though it shocks ’em I know
Why ask if shad do it? Waiter, bring me shad roe!

In shallow shoals, English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

In old Japan, all the Japs do it
Up in Lapland little Laps do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

I’m sure giraffes on the sly do it
Even eagles as they fly do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though it shocks ’em I know
Why ask if shad do it? Garçon, de shad roe!

The world admits bears in pits do it
Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The royal set sans regret did it
And they considered it fun
Marie Antoinette did it –
With or without Napoleon

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

If we were having Coffee: Walks, War, Friends and Flowers

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would tell that I have no idea  where  the week  has gone! The  days  have just flown by and all I have  to show for  it  is  an exhausted  look on  my  face. I  just seem to have been chasing  my  tail  all week, (well I would  of if I owned one). Monday  was lovely  because I got  my first  invite  for coffee  with my  daughter in law, her  Mum and of course  the Newbie. We had a  good time  and  the conversation  flowed. The  Newbie  looked  so  smart  in his  striped top  and little  trousers… Babies  are dressed  like little  grown ups  theses  days  gone  is  the matinee Jacket and  the baby grow!

I remember  how we used  to dress our  babies,  we  kept them in  baby grows  until  they  were at  least  eighteen months. Of  course  nothing stands  still and  and  fashion most definitely  waits  for no one, not even a Newbie . Yes  time  marches  on  and  all I can say  is  he looks  very  smart  on  it!

Tuesday  was  housework  after  the gym, got all the floors  down stairs  washed  and buffed   no  mean feat  for  me ! The  weather  is still unusually  hot  for this  time of year  it is unusual  for  this part  of the world  full  stop! Here in England  we are more used  to rain  and low temperatures then more rain. .. Hark  at  me  you  can’t  get  more English  than  moaning  about  the weather.  🙂

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  I would  have to say  just how saddened I am  by  the IsraeliPalestinian conflict. Now I do  know  this is  a very  heavy  subject  for our  coffee get together’s  and I have no wish  to ruffle any feathers but I am so distressed  by  the nightly  reports  from the BBC  and ITV  .

I realize  that  Israel needs  to protect  it’s  citizens  from Hamas  bombs  and terrorists yet  it all seems  so David  and Goliath . I am  not qualified  to comment  really   but as always it is the women and  the children  who  are suffering . I realize  the  men are suffering  to   but the the children  have not  asked Hamas  to Bomb  Israel, the children have  not asked Hamas  to build a network  of tunnels  under  their  homes  nor  under  their  schools.

The  children  have not asked Israel to drop leaflets  telling  them where  to go  to  be safe   then  to drop  the bombs  on that place.  The  old have seen it all before, the men and woman  have no choice  but to cope. Trapped  within  Gaza all frontiers  closed  to them. Hamas seem to be using  the innocents   as protection, again  I  say  this is only  what  appears  to the untrained eye  of mine.

Israel  have  huge shields and superior weaponry a  lot  funded  by  rich  countries  who I cannot name  because  again I have no got full command  of the facts .

Why can  we  not live together  in this world, why  can  we not share  and share alike. Why can’t neighbour   not live  with neighbour. I said  all this  to  my  friend  while  we were at  the gym  yesterday  and  she told  me I was an idealist, she smiled  and almost  laughed as if I was a child  who did not understand  what I am saying.

I know  the Israelis have every  right  to live  where  they do , and I realize  if  we were being constantly  fired at  by  the Isle of Wight  we would  fight back. I understand  that the Israelis have backing  from rich  countries , I know they have contacts  with clout. I see  that  their  government is protecting  them well, I understand. I see their  grief  too I grieve  for them.

I also see that the Palestinians are  being hit harder in every way, I see that  Hamas  does  not seem to care  about  them, they appear  to be expendable …. why  , why  does Hamas   not  protect  them…. soon there  may  be no one left  alive  to even claim Gaza.

Again I say I do not fully  understand  the in and outs  , I do not want  to argue  or  hurt  anyone  either   but why, is it always  the innocents  who suffer, all over  the world in every  war zone  it is the same.

I am so far away  and yet I live in fear, I am afraid  of the future I do not want Sharia  law in this country, I do not want  war, I do not want  Russia  or China  to invade  ….. PLEASE PLEASE  COULD  WE NOT  LIVE  TOGETHER IN PEACE. 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE : I would say, sorry  for getting  so heavy,  and offer  you a biscuit  and  say  we had  better  change  the subject.

We  had friends  round  for dinner  on Thursday evening.  We had steak, yup  good old fashioned  steak! What  did we have with the steak? saute  potatoes,  mushrooms, onions, carrots and peas. Followed  by a special  apple  pie and custard!

It was a special evening   because  we had not seen this couple  for about 10 yrs. Their  eldest lad and our youngest  had  been friends at school and beyond. But  when our lad  moved away  and  as we were all working  we just lost touch as our paths  never crossed.  Well it  may of  stayed that way  had  not the husband  bumped into one of  the couple  while out exercising  the guide dog  he walks twice a week. Well the two men got to chatting as men walking their dogs  do  and after a while it dawned on them both  that  the knew each other.

Long  story short they came round  for dinner  and I think  the meal was a success, well it was all eaten up! We spent the whole time discussing children ( no longer children) weddings, births, jobs retirement  and generally  putting the world to rights!  Oh! if only  world peace were that easy.

Special Old English  Apple  pie!

Special Old English Apple pie!

Teddy.

Teddy.

 

 

Bovine Family

Bovine Family

 

Flowers on  the street

Flowers on the street

The Hanging Basket.

The Hanging Basket.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would  offer  you some special old English apple  pie, there is just enough left  for you to have a taster ! Like it? well I shall post  the recipe  Monday.  While  we are chatting I  must  tell  you that on Wednesday I had coffee  with a friend  after  we had finished  chatting  and done a little shopping  we headed  back  to her house  and  took Teddy out for a long country walk. Who  is Teddy, well he is  the handsome  chap  up  above  the photo on the right  next to the apple pie. He  belongs  to  my friend’s daughter who was away  with her family  for a little holiday and  my friend was looking after him.

Well we set off down the road across the railway crossing  and off on to a road I had  never noticed  before. The sun was very  hot  but luckily  for us  the trees spread right across the road affording us a canopy  and thus shading our  way. Well what a treasure  trove  this road turned out to be with views  of rolling countryside, a lake with ducks  and ducklings, and a field with a bovine  family resting in the shade. there were two cows with a calf  each and most unusually  a huge bull. You can see him in the photo above  he is the sleepy  brown and white guy  to the front of  the picture  laying  down. He  was huge  and I was very pleased  that there was a sturdy  fence between us  and him!

We had a delightful  walk  and the most  amazing thing  about it  was that  although it was so quiet  and peaceful there nothing but countryside as far as the eye could  see we were in truth never any more  than five minutes  away from the hustle  and bustle  of  our  town!

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would tell you how lovely  our town looks right  now, all the gardens  in bloom  and the roads in town itself  are all decorated  with hanging baskets  and  pots on doorsteps  and even in one of  the streets Allisum  and Roses growing up and out of  the pavement (sidewalk  if  you are American) There is a little picture  of this above  too!

If we were having coffee I’d ask  you : would you like another  cuppa, or  a biscuit . I’d  tell you I have really  come to enjoy  these chats  and I’d  love  to hear  what you would  tell me , If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

Musical Theme : Animals

Musical Themes : Animals


The Raven, Nevermore Written by Edgar Allan Poe
read by Sir Christopher Lee.

The Common Raven has coexisted with humans for thousands of years and in some areas have been so numerous that they are considered a pest. Part of its success comes from its omnivorous diet; Common Ravens are extremely versatile and opportunistic in finding sources of nutrition, feeding on carrion, insects, cereal grains, berries, fruit, small animals, and food waste.

Some notable feats of problem-solving have been observed in the species, leading to the belief that it is highly intelligent. Over the centuries, it has been the subject of mythology, folklore, art, and literature. In many indigenous cultures, including those o fScandinavia, ancient Ireland and Wales, Bhutan, the northwest coast of North America, and Siberia and northeast Asia, the Common Raven has been revered as a spiritual figure or god. Learn  more 

To a Mouse , by Robert Burns, read by Sean Barrett – an English actor with a Scott’s background.

mouse (plural: mice) is a small mammal belonging to the order of rodents, characteristically having a pointed snout, small rounded ears, and a long naked or almost hairless tail. The best known mouse species is the common house mouse (Mus musculus). It is also a popular pet. In some places, certain kinds of field mice are also common. This rodent is eaten by large birds such as hawks and eagles. They are known to invade homes for food and occasionally shelter.

Learn more

The Tarantella (Spider bite)

The term tarantella groups together a number of different folk dances characterized by a fast upbeat tempo,

usually in 6/8 time (sometimes 18/8 or 4/4), accompanied by tambourines.

It is among the most recognized forms of traditional southern Italian music. The specific dance-name varies with
every region, for instance tammurriata in Campania, pizzica in the Salento region, Sonu a ballu in Calabria.
Tarantella is popular in Southern Italy.

In the Italian Taranto, Apulia, the bite of a locally common type of wolf spider, named “tarantula” after the region,
was popularly believed to be highly poisonous and to lead to a hysterical condition known as tarantism.
This became known as the Tarantella. The oldest documents mentioning the relationship between musical exorcism and the
tarantula are dated around 1100 Bc. R.Lowe Thompson proposed that the dance is a survival from a “Dianic or Dionysiac
cult”, driven underground.John Compton later proposed that these ancient Bacchanalian rites had been suppressed by the
Roman Senate. In 186 BC the tarantula went underground, reappearing under the guise of emergency therapy for bite victims.
Learm  more

Svetlana Zakharova and Roberto Bolle Swan Lake
The story of Swan Lake is woven around two girls, Odette and Odile, who resemble each other so closely they can easily
be mistaken for the other. Originally their roles were entrusted to two separate dancers, but there is only one brief
fleeting moment when they are seen simultaneously. Learn more here

The Swan : The Swan :Swans are birds of the family Anatidae within the genus Cygnus. The swans’ close relatives include the geese and ducks. Swans are grouped with the closely related geese in the subfamily Anserinae where they form the tribe Cygnini. Sometimes, they are considered a distinct subfamily, Cygninae. There are six or seven species of swan in the genus Cygnus; in addition there is another species known as the Coscoroba Swan, although this species is no longer considered one of the true swans. Swans usually mate for life, though ‘divorce’ does sometimes occur, particularly following nesting failure. The number of eggsin each clutch ranges from three to eight. Learn more 

The Snake Queen – Bollywood Bellydance by Asha

Snakes are elongated, legless, carnivorous reptiles of the suborder Serpentes that can be distinguished from legless lizardsby their lack of eyelids and external ears. Like all squamates, snakes are ectothermicamniote vertebrates covered in overlapping scales. Many species of snakes have skulls with many more joints than their lizard ancestors, enabling them to swallow prey much larger than their heads with their highly mobile jaws. To accommodate their narrow bodies, snakes’ paired organs (such as kidneys) appear one in front of the other instead of side by side, and most have only one functional lung. Some species retain a pelvic girdle with a pair of vestigial claws on either side of the cloaca.  learn more 

The Snake Queen – Bollywood Bellydance by Asha

The art of Bellydance would not be the same without Asha, the International Bellydance talent who presents her
captivating Bellydance style that blends Turkish and Gypsy Bellydance, with her signature “Bollywood Belly” Bellydance
style. Asha holds her audiences in rapt attention and tangible spiritual excitement, performing the sacred sword dance
in the style of the Rajasthani Gypsies, and the dance of Kali in the Tanjore Temple Style of Classical Indian dance.
Her recent events included a concert in Istanbul with Harem and Yeni Turku, the Persian Cultural Festival at Vanderbilt
U, performances in Dubai, and on MyIndiaTV. You can read more in the video’s discription!

monkey is a primate of the Haplorrhini suborder and simian infraorder, either an Old World monkey or a New World monkey, but excluding apes (including humans). There are about 260 known living species of monkey. Many are arboreal, although there are species that live primarily on the ground, such as baboons. Monkeys are generally considered to be intelligent. Unlike apes, monkeys usually have tails. Tailless monkeys may be called “apes”, incorrectly according to modern usage; thus the tailless Barbary macaque is called the “Barbary ape”.  Learn more

Theme from the Series Monkey Magic
Saiyūki (西遊記?), also known by its British title Monkey, is a Japanese television drama based on the Chinese novel
Journey to the West by Wu Cheng’en. Filmed in north-west China and Inner Mongolia, the show was produced by Nippon
Television (NTV) and International Television Films in association with NHK, and broadcast from 1978 to 1980 on Nippon
Television. You can read the plot here

White Owl Song native american
Native American flute song
Lakota style flute
and pictures of the Native Americans

The Snowy Owl (Bubo scandiacus) is a large owl of the typical owl family Strigidae. The Snowy Owl was first classified in 1758 byCarolus Linnaeus, the Swedish naturalist who developed binomial nomenclature to classify and organize plants and animals. Until recently, it was regarded as the sole member of a distinct genus, as Nyctea scandiaca, but mtDNA cytochrome b sequence data (Olsen et al. 2002) shows that it is very closely related to the horned owls in the genus Bubo. However the recent view is to treat the species as a member of genus Nyctea.[2] The Snowy Owl is the official bird of the Canadian province of Quebec. It is also widely sought after by birdwatchers and nature-enthusiasts alike. Learn more 

I love Joanie Mitchelle !! Coyote
The coyote appears often in the tales and traditions of Native Americans—usually as a very savvy and clever beast.
Modern coyotes have displayed their cleverness by adapting to the changing American landscape. These members of the
dog family once lived primarily in open prairies and deserts, but now roam the continent’s forests and mountains.
They have even colonized cities like Los Angeles. Learn more

America Horse with no name.

America information here http://www.venturahighway.com/
The Horse : The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus, or the wild horse.
It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae. The horse has evolved over the
past 45 to 55 million years from a small multi-toed creature into the large, single-toed animal of today.
Humans began to domesticate horses around 4000 BC, and their domestication is believed to have been widespread
by 3000 BC. Horses in the subspecies caballus are domesticated, although some domesticated populations live in the wild
as feral horses. These feral populations are not true wild horses, as this term is used to describe horses that have
never been domesticated. Learn more

Cat’s in the cradle by Cat Stevens

The domestic cat (Felis catus or Felis silvestris catus) is a small, usually furry, domesticated, and carnivorous
mammal. It is often called the housecat when kept as an indoor pet, or simply the cat when there is no need to
distinguish it from other felids and felines. Cats are often valued by humans for companionship and their ability
to hunt vermin and household pests. learn more here

Hounds of Love , Kate Bush ( another favourite of mine)
Dog : The domestic dog (Canis lupus familiaris) is a subspecies of the gray wolf (Canis lupus), a member of the
Canidae family of the mammalian order Carnivora. The term “domestic dog” is generally used for both domesticated and
feral varieties. The dog was the first domesticated animal and has been the most widely kept working, hunting, and
pet animal in human history. The word “dog” can also refer to the male of a canine species, as opposed to the word
“bitch” which refers to the female of the species. Learn more 

Bjork Human Behaviour : You can spot hedgehogs , bears, baby birds, insects and fish, ducks and humans represented
here. The animal?? The Human : Humans (variously Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens sapiens) are primates of the family
Hominidae, and the only extant species of the genus Homo. Humans are distinguished from other primates by their
bipedal locomotion, and especially by their relatively larger brain with its particularly well developed neocortex,
prefrontal cortex and temporal lobes, which enable high levels of abstract reasoning, language, problem solving, and
culture through social learning. Humans use tools to a much higher degree than any other animal, and are the only
extant species known to build fires and cook their food, as well as the only known species to clothe themselves and
create and use numerous other technologies and arts. The scientific study of humans is the discipline of anthropology.
Learn more here
By the way the human is the most dangerous!!

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Musical Theme : Animals

Okay People  the next Musical  theme  is , Animals , shall we say for the 26th Oct.

The dance of the cygnets .

In support of Animals.

Jen from Rumpy Dog  says

“We are a movement in crisis. We are being attacked by shadow organizations fronted by puppy mills and animal agriculture. Our voices compete with businesses who want us to spend our money, which they will donate a percentage of to charity, but don’t ask us to think about the problems they claim to want to fix. We live in a world that continues to allow mass breeding of companion animals with impunity and mass exploitation of wild animals. All the while, we sit on our hands and argue about the best way to train our dogs and the best food to feed them.  

So why do I keep writing this silly little blog in the voice of a goofy dog and angry cat, trying to evoke in my readership an epiphany? Maybe because somebody needs to.  And with enough of us somebodies calling for positive action, change WILL come.

Will you join me and be a positive voice for change?”

SO I AM REPOSTING THIS POEM OF MINE FROM JAN 2012.       I love people but I love animals too. willow.

RUNNING FOR MY LIFE.

I am lonely I am lost I have run away but at what cost.Thankfully the door was left ajar so I ran and ran, oh! so far. He had forgotten to secure my rope so now I run, escape is my only hope.

Running for my life

I ran down to the beach I needed to hide and get out of reach. I don’t want another day hungry and cold praying he will stay away.The sound of his voice makes me shake and shiver, the feeling of his angry blows make me quiver.

I can see lights up ahead, lets get off the road if it is him he will beat me until I’m dead. OH! I feel so cold and weak  I can’t go on I just want to sleep.All my body racked with pain I fear and dread being caught and taken back again.

I hated that filthy dirty shed were soiled wet rags were my only bed. Sadly I was always hungry I only ever got scraps that stank and water that leaked from the outside rusty tank.

I just long for any love, not cruel hard fists reining on me from up above. A nice dry place for me to sleep and some food that I can eat. I swear I would honour and love someone to earn my keep.

I need a rest

It is no good I have done my best this corner looks safe I need to take a rest. I Just hope he is not around I am so scared of being found.  Sleeping the sleep of the scared I remember all the kickings and beatings, all my howls,yet, no one ever heard.

What’s that noise, is it a car door Oh! No ,Oh! No not him I can’t take any more. I hungry and cold and my paws are so sore. I can’t bare to look I shall just stay still.If  it is him I give up I have no more will.

Hello boy (a gentle voice) let me see , Oh! you are hurt let me help, you need not fear me. Kindly hands stroke my painful back a gentle stroke not hit or smack.

Look at you, you have been through the mill you are a strong one aren’t you, all those injuries and you are going still. Let me take you along with me and we will soon have you looking better and happy.

Gently hands pick me up and lay me cosy in the back of a truck. Covering me with a blanket giving me a gentle kiss is this all happening is it real it feels like bliss.

Can we keep him Daddy please he is so lovely, a little child is hugging me knelt next to me on it’s knees. Careful Jake we don’t know what he is like, careful in case he bites. I shall never bite the hand that loves me these new humans I could never hurt.

Bending down the new man says your okay boy you can stay.

Here comes the Snow

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The snow is on the way, I heard someone on the radio say, it might be here today but it is certainly on its way. The temperature is going to drop we will all hear the thermometers go plop! Because the snow is on the way and the temperatures will drop!

The cat will not go out she’ll sit at the window and pout, the dog will not be put off he will leap about no doubt!He will get covered with snow he loves all that you know! But the cat will sit at the window and pout she will not go out in the snow.The squirrel will go mad looking for all the nuts that he had, he will not take a brake until he finds them all. The Magpies and the other birds will watch him from the wall, they will not help at all they just will just watch him from the wall  .

                                                                                                                        We will never now from whence came the snow, the children love it so, playing in the snow. The cars will all go slow, crawling through the snow. People laying low to avoid going out in the snow.Ringing into work the daily grind to shirk.

So bound by the snow the trains will all go slow that’s if they even go because they are bound by the snow , stop and go. The buses will not run waiting at the bus stop but they’ll not come. No they do not run like they do in the sun. No they all go slow when they have to run in the snow.

Well now it is quiet, the moon and snow make special light.All sparkly in the night now everyone’s at home and they have finished the snow ball fight. The twinkly twinkly light the sky is clear all the star have taken flight

Let’s get this right on this starry starry night when all the stars have taken flight. The cat and the dog know what is right. They just know  how to behave in the snow . The squirrel is all curled up safely now because he knows it best to keep warm in the snow to stay in not out to go..

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Table tales and tableau

Tip tap, tip tap you run your nails down me Crip crap crip crap elbows dig in me while the reading of your books set your mind free.

Cratchy claws, drooling maws purr purr stretching legs, tummy rub, yawning  jaws. You have sat upon me you have spat upon me you have fought over me then cleaned me up and then eaten you your tea on me!

You have hidden under me covered me with drapes and made a camp out of me. You have used me as bed and excited the girl you wed  and seen your first born’s head emerge while she lay screaming on me!

I’ve been scrubbed to an inch of  my life I have witnessed trouble tears and strife. I did once have a life out side of this room I was tall and I was stunning when in Spring I was in bloom. I spread my roots and lifted my branches up into the sky so I could touch the moon.

Summer nights and Autumn days I have weathered, I have listened to laughter and heard choirs voices sing in praise of the Lord and his ways. I have seen the seasons come and go watched the farmer sow his seeds and seen the crops grow.

Now I am trapped within this house yet I really do not mind I have been a watcher of life seen the generations, children, family ,

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auntie, uncle, grandma husband, wife . So as you gather round me for your chat over coffee in your kitchens, in your houses or your flats. Underneath me children and dogs on me books food shopping and cats.

Treat me right and I shall last into your future from your past. I always have such tales to tell I have been with you through heaven and hell! So treat me wrong or treat me right I shall just sit here and watch you day and night!!

Journal For Poetry Challenge#7 17/03/2012

Below is a poem and picture showing a brave war horse dying with his loving soldier comforting him as he breathes his last. It is a very poignant poem and painting. It shows the deep love that grew between the horses and their human handlers.

Horses are gentle and sensitive animals not usually given to coping with noise and blood and the smell of death it must of been awful for them. It was horrific for the men who fought the war but these poor honourable animals gave their all and for their troubles they were treated as broken machinery when they were were dead and dying and the soldiers who had come to love them were ordered to move the carcasses aside, like so much broken machinery…………. it could not be done without much heart break.

The poem and the portrait show the close bond of love between the man and the beast war had drawn them together.War is evil and bad and to draw in to itself these innocent animals is just so sad.

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It appears that nothing is known of the poet. Although there are several soldiers from WW1 named Henry Chappell mentioned in “Soldiers Died “, efforts have been made to try to trace the poet, and it would be fitting to ascertain whether he was a soldier in the Great War or merely a poet who lived at the time, or whether the poem was written some time after the War. A mystery nonetheless.

It is not known whether the poem was inspired by a picture (shown below), painted during the Great War by an artist called Fortunato Matania, or vice-versa, or that one was to complement the other. If anyone has any information on Henry Chappel and the poem, it would be a pleasure to publish it on http://www.powell76.talktalk.net/asoldierskiss.htm. Where  I found most of this information.

The Soldiers’ Kiss

A Soldier’s Kiss

by Henry Chappell

Only a dying horse! pull off the gear,

And slip the needless bit from frothing jaws,

Drag it aside there, leaving the road way clear,

The battery thunders on with scarce a pause.

Prone by the shell-swept highway there it lies

With quivering limbs, as fast the life-tide fails,

Dark films are closing o’er the faithful eyes

That mutely plead for aid where none avails.

Onward the battery rolls, but one there speeds

Needlessly of comrades voice or bursting shell,

Back to the wounded friend who lonely bleeds

Beside the stony highway where he fell.

Only a dying horse! he swiftly kneels,

Lifts the limp head and hears the shivering sigh

Kisses his friend, while down his cheek there steals

Sweet pity’s tear, “Goodbye old man, Goodbye”.

No honours wait him, medal, badge or star,

Though scarce could war a kindlier deed unfold;

He bears within his breast, more precious far

Beyond the gift of kings, a heart of gold.

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

mud, fear and death.

Running for my life

I am lonely I am lost I have run away but at what cost.Thankfully the door was left ajar so I ran and ran, oh! so far. He had forgotten to secure my rope so now I run, escape is my only hope.

Running for my life

I ran down to the beach I needed to hide and get out of reach. I don’t want another day hungry and cold praying he will stay away.The sound of his voice makes me shake and shiver, the feeling of his angry blows make me quiver.

I can see lights up ahead, lets get off the road if it is him he will beat me until I’m dead. OH! I feel so cold and weak  I can’t go on I just want to sleep.All my body racked with pain I fear and dread being caught and taken back again.

I hated that filthy dirty shed were soiled wet rags were my only bed. Sadly I was always hungry I only ever got scraps that stank and water that leaked from the outside rusty tank.

I just long for any love, not cruel hard fists reining on me from up above. A nice dry place for me to sleep and some food that I can eat. I swear I would honour and love someone to earn my keep.

I need a rest

It is no good I have done my best this corner looks safe I need to take a rest. I Just hope he is not around I am so scared of being found.  Sleeping the sleep of the scared I remember all the kickings and beatings, all my howls,yet, no one ever heard.

What’s that noise, is it a car door Oh! No ,Oh! No not him I can’t take any more. I hungry and cold and my paws are so sore. I can’t bare to look I shall just stay still.If  it is him I give up I have no more will.

Hello boy (a gentle voice) let me see , Oh! you are hurt let me help, you need not fear me. Kindly hands stroke my painful back a gentle stroke not hit or smack.

Look at you, you have been through the mill you are a strong one aren’t you, all those injuries and you are going still. Let me take you along with me and we will soon have you looking better and happy.

Gently hands pick me up and lay me cosy in the back of a truck. Covering me with a blanket giving me a gentle kiss is this all happening is it real it feels like bliss.

Can we keep him Daddy please he is so lovely, a little child is hugging me knelt next to me on it’s knees. Careful Jake we don’t know what he is like, careful in case he bites. I shall never bite the hand that loves me these new humans I could never hurt.

Bending down the new man says your okay boy you can stay.

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