Journey beyond Toar

 Journey beyond Toar

john clare 

Gently, gently the waters part,

Silently, silently we slip downstream.

In teardrop cradle the sailors embark,

Hush crickets! The little Pindar dreams.

Miles, miles the stream carries us along,

Tranquil, tranquil the mirrored ripple.

Above, the Cicada's con calma hum,

Sleep, sleep little ruddy sailor still.

Who? Who? Passes in tiny sloop?

Tis he! Tis he! The poet of streams!

Pass through my poetic little flute,

Old Owl sees why the waters sing.

Down, down goes the little canoe 

Deep, deep through icy shoaled sea.

Awake tiny sailor, see us through!

Cause terrible Erebus to flee!

Still, still sleeps in tempest land,

Row, row we against Aeolus strong.

Into the gale rises a little hand,

Calm, calm again the beautiful song.

Song of degrees

 Song of degrees

Johnclarestokes 

I sing a song of degrees

From adjunct poverty

To stately royalty

I sing a song of degrees

From total blindness

To vision piercing

I sing a song of degrees

The heart of burning desire

The heart frozen entire

I sing a song of degrees

The childlike wonderment

The elderly wanting it

I sing a song of degrees

To roost

Reprise

Alligator Lake

Beautiful

 I get that response more than any. Some days i wish they would go beyond the easy reply. Beautiful in what way? It tells me nothing. And lots of times beautiful is not a good response. They did not read. I should care less. It will always be. Everything is beautiful, in its own way. 

Sue Forest Sue

 This post on New Beginnings sure brought back memories of Forest Combs, i think who founded this church, at least went there, had a radio show locally and sang. I remember him though when working at JC Penney one time he came in the catalog entrance wearing high heeled cowboy boots on a rainy day. He slipped and fell. He named me in the lawsuit cause i was on duty that day. He said in the lawsuit that the fall prevented him from having conjugal visits with his wife! I think soon after the incident i was let go from JcP and i went down to Rob Bowdins law office to have my name removed. Ever since i never cared for the old, tall frail Forest Combs looking for a buck. 

Not today

 Not today the same tired no response

The vertigo has me in a rightward spin

You have such ability to inspire for once

Yet you withhold and do it over again

But a mare

 But a mare

john clare 

O ye who calls the wind to rhyme

The waters to flow in meter'd time

Suns to shine in light sublime

Moons to rise on hearts that pine

In dream the words you find

Rhymes to cause a world to mind

You awake to command the stars

Shoot o'er the lovers from far

Come nigh moon to the mourn

Sun give warmth to forlorn

O the heaven alas does not forbear 

The dream was but a mare.

State of being

 Am i improving from the end of March stroke? I would say so in that i can walk the entire block without walker or cane. It’s awkward in that the right leg plops down of the pavement and i have to consciously make the foot lift heel to toe. The right arthritic knee doesn't help in making  a smooth walk. The right arm is painful when i turn a certain way, especially the shoulder and bicep. It hands down still. The fingers have more feeling and control on the right though not there yet. I can hold things better but again not there yet. I have driven around the block several times and my foot is not normal on the brake and gas yet. Turning the body to see things tuff. I can drive the mower but pressing the reverse pedal tuff. 

Fill Dirt

 Two dump truck

loads of fill dirt were delivered this morning in the driveway to be spread where the water accumulates in the yard by the chicken pen.  We hope it stops the water in the yard .Total Land Management, Ricky Thomas, the same one that covered up the pool. 

Bonnie Suwannee O

 Bonny Suwannee O!

john clare stokes

Adapted from John Clare poem, Bonny Lassie O!

O the evening's for the fair, Bonny Suwannee O!

To meet the cooler air and join an Ibis there,

With the dark dishevelled Clare

Bonny Suwannee O!

The bloom's on the briar, Bonny Suwannee O!

Seed cones on the cypress; and wilt thou gang to see 

The shoals that roil for thee,

Bonny Suwannee O!

Tis agen the running stream, Bonny Suwannee O!

In a sandy nook hard by, with a little patch of sky.

Beneath a button bush to keep us dry

Bonny Suwannee O!

There's the butterwort all the year, Bonny Suwannee O!

There's the Jessamine bright as gold, and the Otter never cold,

And the Iris flags unfurled,

Bonny Suwannee O!

O meet me at the shoal, Bonny Suwannee O!

With the Wood stork flying in, 

And the wild Azaleas like thy skin

Blushing thy praise to win,

Bonny Suwannee O!

I will meet thee there at e'en, Bonny Suwannee O!

When the bee sips on the tupelo and Barred Owls on

Branches lean

And the moon beam looks between

Bonny Suwannee O!

Glock 19

Stoked that the Glock 19 BB gun arrived today. Its loud! 

 

Ice maker

 The icemaker from Chefman  Iceman was expensive. It worked for nearly two years and would say add water when it was full. I wrote the manufacturer only wanting maybe information how to fix it. They offered a new one despite being out of warranty. It’s finally coming. A shout out to this company.

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