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Post by wilbarra on Oct 6, 2016 17:22:52 GMT
A GARDEN TENDED BY A MAN IN LOVE IS A WONDERFUL PLACE.
THE FLOWERS SMILE THEIR GREETING TO EVERYONE.
THE TREES WHISTLE AND LAUGH THEIR SONG OF HAPPINESS.
EVEN THE HUMBLE VEGETABLES TAKE ON A NEW LOOK AND POSITIVELY
BEAM THEIR PLEASURE.
BUT WHEN THAT LOVE HAS GONE AWAY, THEN NO LONGER DO THE
FLOWERS SMILE THEIR GREETING.
NO LONGER DO THE TREES WHISTLE AND LAUGH AND THE VEGETABLES
GO BACK TO BEING THEIR HUMBLE SELF.
FOR ALTHOUGH THE GARDEN REMAINS NEAT AND TIDY IT HAS LOST THAT
SPECIAL INGREDIENT THAT THE MAN HIMSELF HAS LOST.
LOVE AND HAPPINESS
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Post by jane on Oct 17, 2016 7:14:20 GMT
Oh John - this is a bitter sweet tale .... here's to love!!!
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Post by wilbarra on Oct 18, 2016 8:13:24 GMT
HELLO JANE,
YOU NOW KNOW MY OTHER PASSION APART FROM ALLOTMENTS
I LOVE WRITING POETRY AND PROSE.
PREFER PROSE TO POETRY.
SAW A LITTLE SAYING IN A MAGAZINE ONCE THAT READ
"A GARDENER BUILDS A GARDEN BUT A WOMANS LOVE MAKES IT"
SO GOT THE IDEA TO WRITE THAT LITTLE BIT OF PROSE FROM THAT
AS YOU SAY LONG LIVE LOVE
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Post by slugwash on Feb 23, 2018 20:36:50 GMT
Great to see such prose and poetry, so here's a bit more . . . . . . not from me on this occasion, but from Kipling . . . excerpt from "The Glory of the Garden": "Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing:--"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives" All here: hiraeth.squarespace.com/journal/2007/6/28/poetry-friday-kipling.html |
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Post by murrayc on Feb 24, 2018 13:46:55 GMT
I share your enthusiasm for Kipling, slugwash, and especially as a man who came to love and delineate Sussex in his life and works. One forgotten aspect is his influence on our county song, Sussex By The Sea. All the attributions go, rightly, to Wiiliam Ward-Higgs, who published it in 1907, yet in 1902 Kipling's Sussex included the verse: So one shall Baltic pines content, As one some Surrey glade, Or one the palm-grove’s droned lament Before Levuka’s Trade. Each to his choice, and I rejoice The lot has fallen to me In a fair ground—in a fair ground— Yea, Sussex by the sea! This is marked as to be repeated as a refrain - it seems that Ward-Higgs may just have appropriated the spirit behind the verse and provided a marching tune to accompany it. www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_sussex.htm |
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