Sunday, September 28, 2008

Mischief - a silly poem


I hope the cement is smooth as can be -
No lines or wrinkles, like glass you can see -
The skip of a trowel, over forms sure and straight
For a structure that none can repudiate-
But hard to resist, be it ever discreet
Is writing my name in fresh wet concrete-!!
-Allison Staker

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

David's hair is SHORT

OK - Just had to post that David, after years of long hair, has decided to cut his lovely locks - we're just all glad that we can finally see his face.....and I might not get any more phone calls from teachers concerned that he is cheating underneath his hair.... (?!)

Poem of the day

6. Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur O'shaughnessy - from 'Music and Moonlight'