No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz’d to hear Jesting, deep in forest drear. From “Robin Hood” by John Keats (1795-1821) . . […]
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England–now!! Robert Browning (1812-1889) . . . Tuesday 1st April 2014 […]
Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped […]
………and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the lamb. Revelations 14 : 10 . . . Tuesday 18th March 2014 Uhlsports Hellenic League k.o.:- 7.45pm Premier Division Brimscombe & Thrupp […]
Late again what do we do? Traffic held up another long queue glance at your watch nerves uptight engine getting hot flashing a red light. Cars moving slowly legs stiff and sore radio blaring loudly vibes hit the floor Clutch up clutch down brakes always used shouting and screaming people being abused. . . . […]
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Lord George Gordon Byron (1788-1824) . . . Tuesday 4th March 2014 Chromasports & Trophies […]
The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday 24th February 2014 Calor Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 Central Beaconsfield SYCOB […]
Flood It starts as a drizzle massaging the green land and raises to a down pour washing it clean again thunderstorms, even are fitting, pure, loving the ground with the passion with a kiss But passion rapidly turns sour, and carries on too long ripping the banks flooding the land till she is as frightened […]
”The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.” Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. . . . Saturday 15th February 2015 FA Cup with Budweiser k.o.:- 3.00pm 5th Round Cardiff City […]
Silhouettes on a greyish day thick heavy grey sky above rainy fragrance all over no season today low hanging fog in a stew clear daylight a reaping hook on this eclipsed day by Elly Wouterse . . . Wednesday 5th February 2014 Dutch Eredivisie k.o.:- 7.45pm NEC Nijmegen […]
