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There is this one as well.

Just Jill.

thanks for High Flight.

A friend of mine a few years ago, on her first solo glider flight said she was reciting that........

Most apt!

Bob

thank you so much for all the wonderful poems

lorraine

and if you want a very short saying, that is quickly stitched
and would go nicely with stitches flowers and leaves
maybe........


"A Smile is the language of love
that even a baby can understand."

or

"A Friend is someone
who knows all our faults
but still loves us."

Forever and a Day


If I could trek across the sea

And sail the billowing hay

I’d travel on through sun and storm

Forever and a day.



If I could snare the cloud ships down

And catch the wind at play

I’d hunt among the moonlit fields

Forever and a day.



If I could echo the autumn’s call

And the rock’s low roundelay

I’d sing a wild, enchanted song

Forever and a day.



If I could love, but once, all things

That come or go or stay

I’d lie peaceful in the earth’s dark arms

Forever and a day.

:-)

hi
thanks joan
some good poems here
thank you

to frederick
now i will have to do that one
it will make all my family laugh

and to the rest of you looks like i am going to be doing alot of poems they are all so nice

thank you so so much
all the best
lorraine

Hi JJ, Afraid not, was sent to me by my daughter, a gentle hint to get some jobs done. F.

Are any of you fans of Clarity Stamps. Just asking as May the road... and A kiss of sun.... are on two stamps.

And it's prompted me to remember this one

W. H. Davies

Leisure
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.



ps Frederick. I love your poem. Is it your own?

May the road rise up to meet you
the wind always be at your back
the sun shine warmly on your face
until we meet again

You could combine genealogy with poetry and stitch this poem which has done the rounds on Genes for years:-


DEAR ANCESTOR

Your tombstone stands out amongst the rest,
Neglected and alone,
The name and date are chiselled out
in polished marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care,
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I’d exist,
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us is cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our heart contracts, and beats a pulse,
Entirely not our own.
Dear ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out amongst the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew,
That someday I would find this spot,
And come and visit you.

Kath. x

A kiss of the sun for pardon
A song of the birds for mirth
You are nearer God's heart in a garden
than anywhere else on earth

I don't do religion so it's just co-incidence that two of my favourite of many favourite poems do mention God.

TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.



High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

Hope these help but if you need something lighter, just say. I might not be back on here until later tomorrow though.

Hope that you are sound asleep by now.

xJ

CLEANING POEM.

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house is such a mess

He asked if I'd been 'computering',

And I had to answer 'yes'.

He told me to get off my butt,

And tidy up the house.

And so I started cleaning up...

The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.

That really did the trick...

I was just admiring my good work.

I didn't mean to 'click'.

But click, I did, and oops - I found

A real absorbing site

That I got SO way into it -

I was into it all night.


So nothing's changed except my mouse.

It's as shiny as the sun.

I guess my house will stay a mess.......

While I sit here on my bum.


F.

off to bed now be back tomorrow
lorraine

hi jill
something i can put a picture too
something like leaves round the poem or flowers
lorraine :-D

What type of poem do you want ie funny, sad, beautiful, adventurous. I love my poetry and I will gladly make some suggestions.J

hi all
looking for a poem to do in cross stitch
i dont know what i am really looking for and i know i could look for myself

but i think it might be fun if some of you have alook and see what you can find

a smiley and a red heart to the winner

lorraine