The Window, Beautiful Great thanks.

A description of the Mackenzie Country

'The Vision Splendid
Of the sunlit plains extended
And at night, the wonderous beauty
Of the everlasting stars

Ernie Slow

Thanks I love that one and wasn,t it used in a famous film the name of which escapes me or was it from Clancys Overflow by Banjo Paterson.?

I dont believe so, he was pretty much a local (Fairlie) , there are interesting facts available on line, just google his name

When I,m Alone by Siegfried Sassoon
When I,m alone--the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
When I was young, he said:when I was young.......

I thought of age,and loneliness,and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we,re alone
And how unlike the selves that meet,and talk
And blow the candles out,and say goodnight
Alone... The word is life endured and known
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.

The hand that signed the paper Dylan Thomas

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A gooses quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor stroke the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow

The Window. I,ve never heard that before. Great.thanks.

Stroke
The gaze is fixed with silence,
Thoughts alone unheard
Cruelty of nature inflicted;
Should humanity endure its wrath

Yet in the quiet there is recognition,
Words alone unspoken, understood
Affliction has failed to dim the spirit;
The couple that once were, are yet

TW

TW, That is lovely and from the heart. I understand.Dr.L.

From "Every Time it Rains like this" by Sam Hunt

Every time it rains like this:
I walk hangover beaches, make
no more sense of it:
in love with a winter woman,
a woman when she steams, I kiss
wet winter lips, return to you

Every time it rains like this

by Shel Silverstein


Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned butter toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts . . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall . . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
“OK, I’ll take the garbage out!”
But then, of course, it was too late . . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!

That poem would be lovely for a children's book Ocker, I can just imagine the illustrations.

The window, I like Sam Hunt Poems, I met him at An evening with Sam Hunt a few years ago. He hasn't changed at all, even his clothes are the same.