I wish to wander, I wish to roam: By forest and meadow, Silver and emerald, By tree and field, Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see, Many a place I long go: By village and brook , Small and fair, By castle and river, Noble and grand.
I wish to wander, I wish to roam, For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
Bodiam Castle, England
The Brook
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret by many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, with here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silver water-break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
My Dear Mother...
I wish I had a beautiful poem to recite, but I have none. I even wish that I had words fitting and dear, but these are far from me. All I have to say is this: I love you my dear Mother more than any person I have ever known or ever shall. Let all the world become as darkness to me if I should ever stop loving you.
This wretched world does not deserve you, and those who know you are the most fortunate people there are because they do.
This post is for you, on the anniversary of your birth. I shall always remember it because you are dear to me.
Greetings and welcome to By Castle and River, a small place in The Internet, created by me and, in a way, for me, and devoted to the things that I love. Your comments will be received with joy: I like to know when people love the things I do.
3 comments:
Beautiful crown!!
~ A.K. ~
Thank you, Julie, for your lovely tribute. You are a special treasure. I love you, too.
What a beautiful model! The crown is amazing.
-M
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