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my favorite poem........
When in times of need I remember this poem Muffit and it helps me to find the inner strength to have the courage to face life. :)
Footprints in the Sand One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord, “You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?” The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.” |
Amber, I absolutely love that poem.
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Me too. If you've been there it just never grows old.
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Thank you both......I just hope that it will somehow help our dear Muffit.
Your never truly alone, no matter if you believe or not. There are always friends or even family that can help when the world seems dark. |
Address to a Haggis
I know nothing of poetry. I confess my ignorance too the world. But I'm going to land you with the only poem I really remember from school. It's 'To a Haggis' by Scotland's national bard Robert Burns, a fellow Ayrshireman! :salute:
Address to a Haggis. Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' yet tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o'a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin was help to mend a mill In time o'need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut you up wi' ready sleight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin', rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit! hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad make her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckles as wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash; His nieve a nit; Thro' blody flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll mak it whissle; An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned, Like taps o' trissle. Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer Gie her a haggis! There you go then! Do you know that when I was a lad at school, I had to stand infront of the whole class, holding a big carving knife, and read that whole poem out loud to an actuall haggis! Then I had too eat the bloody haggis with turnips & tatties! Do you know what is in a haggis? :barf: I honestlly beleve that that mouthfull of sheeps innards scarred my brain, and put me off poetry for good. :cry: Which is a pity, because I hear it's a great way to chat up the ladies! ;) Anyway, I hoped somebody liked it because I suffered for that piece of 220 year old art! BRG |
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When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all upshill, When the funds are low, and the debts are high, When care is presing you down a bit- Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar. So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit. Author Unknown |
REMEMBERING Rember Summer, that time when windblown sands sent shimmering shadows on a journey that never seemed to end? Remember the Autumn winds that wound and whistled 'round giant cliffs, creating eerie sea-sounds that stayed in imagination all night long? Remember the touch of a gently falling rain, that time before Winter tns and greens and greys all merged as one beneath a snow-white blanket? Remember your joy in Springtime, after waiting patiently for sunshine to thaw the white to colours, creating winding airy stairways for nimble, dancing, singing birds? Reflect. You'll soon remember those times we spent together, watching sunshine disappear then new sun rise again. Steve Parish |
Those poems are great Holodoc :D
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