Coombe Hill

The previous blog refers to a family weekend walk many years ago. I remember it as a lovely walk in a beautiful area.

By MSK

Laugh and be Merry

Laugh and be merry, remember better the world with a song,

Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong.

Laugh for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span.

Laugh and be proud to belong to the proud pageant of man.

Laugh and be merry: remember, in olden time,

God made Heaven for the joy He took in a rhyme,

Made them and filled them with the strong red wine of His mirth,

The splendid joy of the stars, the joy of the earth.

So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky,

Join the jubilant song of the great stars sweeping by,

Laugh, and battle, and drink the wine outpoured

In the dear green earth, the sign of the joy of the Lord.

Laugh and be merry together, like brothers akin,

Guesting awhile in the rooms of a beautiful inn,

Glad till the dancing stops, and the lilt of the music ends.

Laugh till the game is played: and be you merry, my friends.

John Masefield.

I expect this is considered a very old fashioned type of poem these days but I like it. I like John Masefields poems. They invigorate me.

I can't get this poem to divide into its four line verses.

November Wind

Blustering, boisterous wind of November,
Sweeping the last of the Autumn leaves
Down to the waiting ground,
Heaps of then bustling and whisperingly rustling,
Cracking and crunching ‘neath hurrying feet.
On goes the wind, swirling and whirling,
Hair-raising, ear-chilling, nose-reddening
North-wester, gusting away Autumn
And ushering in Winter with a shriek and a roar.

Our Remaining Lawson's Pine

The day of the tree felling.

Here is a collage of the felling of our old conifer. It's sad that it had to go but it was really too high and too near to the house.