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its hard to think of anything interesting or mindblowing! but! I have some of the most wonderful friends and family anyone could ever wish for! I am a great reader! I adore poetry! Here are some of my fave books and poems! pay attention now! I know its hard!

High Flight was introduced to me by someone in a chat room. i was captivated and enchanted straight away, its just so touching and beautiful.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

My fave book of all time (and i am an experienced and devoted reader of both the classics and trash! ) is To Kill a Mockingbird! (harper lee)

 To Kill a Mockingbird!

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i read this in school  and many times since, and have never failed to learn something new, or to be again mesmerized by its beauty.

this poem is for me !

ON A TIRED HOUSEWIFE

An anonymous poem

ERE lies a poor woman who was always tired,

She lived in a house where help wasn't hired:

Her last words on earth were: 'Dear friends, I am going

To where there's no cooking, or washing, or sewing,

For everything there is exact to my wishes,

For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes.

I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,

But having no voice I'll be quit of the singing.

Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never,

I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.'

 

Cargoes by John Masefield we did for our english literature and i adored  it!

He Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven is probably my all time favourite poem! I memorized it and try to say it so often!

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
 Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

this one reminds me of the Kennedy Years, i dont remember them well, but i remember my mum crying at the death of JFK

Dont let it be forgot

that once there was a spot

for one brief shining moment

that was known as Camelot

The Office party

(always makes me smile)

The office party
I think I enjoyed the party,
I cannot remember it well
My stomach is churning in circles
and my poor head is hurting like hell.

I think i enjoyed the buffet,
but the crab paste was long past its best,
the Quiche was awash with heaven knows what
anda the salad was limp and depressed.

The cheese cubes on sticks were all crusted,
the vol-au-vonts soggy and stale,
the trifle was dusted with fag ash
and smelt less of sherry than ale.

I think i enjoyed the fruit cup,
and a glass of the managers wine.
The gin and the scotch and the vodka
all left me feeling just fine.

The problems began with the brandy -
one sip of it went to my head.
I remember removing my stockings,
and then - oh, i wish i was dead.

I seem to remember the records,
they played all my favourite sounds.
I started the conga to 'Nights in White Satin'
and cha cha d to 'Send in the Clowns'.

Then somebody danced on the table
and sat on the managers knee,
and did something crude with the managers hat,
and oh god - I think it was me.

My memorys starting to focus.
I remember the managers face
when I told him I hated the work and the staff
and just what he could do with the place.

I think I enjoyed the party -
one over the eight is no crime
but reviewing last night in the cold light of day,
I think i had better resign!

I love this poem     BEING  BORING        by Wendy Cope

The Orange by Wendy Cope. 

another fave and makes you think how little things seem so wonderful when you are feeling great!

The Orange
Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave -
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.

© Wendy Cope (1992), Serious Concerns, Faber & Faber.

This poem brings a tear to my eye!

A Wish for my Children

On this doorstep I stand year after year to watch you going and think!

May you not skin your knees. May you not catch your fingers in car doors.

May your hearts not break.

May tide and weather wait for your coming, and may you grow strong to break

all the webs of my weaving.

(Evangeline Paterson)