Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... January, 2009

1-1-09 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry.
'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
Come in, relax, and share with fellow FReepers
your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.

Enjoy! :)











Never Forget!





Bad Penny



Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[Majie Purple]

Alaska Presentation...All together awesome!!

[jaycee]

That is truly lovely, L.J.!

[jaycee]

Which site has dropped its calendar, Amy?

[Majie Purple]

Three cheers for Your pings...& just to name a few forever faves: F L Laura;Your cat...”I has presints,LOL!” & the Cow;castle & gorgeous greenery;Troops honoring ones...Thanks always,CMac!
:)

[Majie Purple]

Wowwwww! Wwwwwwonderful Wolf opener!

[ConorMacNessa]

You're quite welcome, Maj! Hope everything is going well with you.

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[Majie Purple]

Your Tues Morn bird ping is sweet! As are Yor smiley & words!! T y Dear GeeBee:) HUGS!

[Lady Jag]

We’ve had more of those snowy scenes this season than in recent memory.

[Lady Jag]

Is that the Prada store in the background?

[luvie]

LOL! No...this is waaay north of the Prada store! It’s an
old abandoned school house.

[Majie Purple]

Great pic of Taylor! & I can tell You are excited to get Your hands on and ears listening to his new cd a’comin’!
:)
Enjoy!asap...

[Lady Jag]

The poem is perfect in its uniquely stitched expression of love and devotion. I love it.

[Lady Jag]

Doesn’t look old. Too bad. Have you been to that Prada store?

[ConorMacNessa]

The Lay of the Last Minstrel

by Sir Walter Scott

To The Right Honourable
Charles Earl of Dalkeith
This Poem Is Inscribed By The Author.

Introduction

The way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old;
His wither'd cheek, and tresses gray,
Seem'd to have known a better day;
The harp, his sole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The last of all the Bards was he,
Who sung of Border chivalry;
For, welladay! their date was fled,
His tuneful brethren all were dead;
And he, neglected and oppress'd,
Wish'd to be with them, and at rest.
No more on prancing palfrey borne,
He caroll'd, light as lark at morn;
No longer courted and caress'd,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He pour'd, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay:
Old times were changed, old manners gone;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had call'd his harmless art a crime.
A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor,
He begg'd his bread from door to door.
And timed, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp, a king had loved to hear.

He pass'd where Newark's stately tower
Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower:
The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye--
No humbler resting-place was nigh,
With hesitating step at last,
The embattled portal arch he ass'd,
Whose ponderous grate and massy bar
Had oft roll'd back the tide of war,
But never closed the iron door
Against the desolate and poor.
The Duchess marked his weary pace,
His timid mien, and reverend face,
And bade her page the menials tell,
That they should tend the old man well:
For she had known adversity,
Though born in such a high degree;
In pride of power, in beauty's bloom,
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!

When kindness had his wants supplied,
And the old man was gratified,
Began to rise his minstrel pride:
And he began to talk anon,
Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone,
And of Earl Walter, rest him, God!
A braver ne'er to battle rode;
And how full many a tale he knew,
Of the old warriors of Buccleuch:
And, would the noble Duchess deign
To listen to an old man's strain,
Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak,
He thought even yet, the sooth to speak,
That, if she loved the harp to hear,
He could make music to her ear.

The humble boon was soon obtain'd;
The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd.
But, when he reach'd the room of state,
Where she, with all her ladies, sate,
Perchance he wished his boon denied:
For, when to tune his harp he tried,
His trembling hand had lost the ease,
Which marks security to please;
And scenes, long past, of joy and pain,
Came wildering o'er his aged brain--
He tried to tune his harp in vain!
The pitying Duchess praised its chime,
And gave him heart, and gave him time,
Till every string's according glee
Was blended into harmony.
And then, he said, he would full fain
He could recall an ancient strain,
He never thought to sing again.
It was not framed for village churls,
But for high dames and mighty carls;
He had play'd it to King Charles the Good,
When he kept court in Holyrood,
And much he wish'd yet fear'd to try
The long-forgotten melody.
Amid the strings his fingers stray'd,
And an uncertain warbling made,
And oft he shook his hoary head.
But when he caught the measure wild,
The old man raised his face, and smiled;
And lighten'd up his faded eye,
With all a poet's ecstasy!
In varying cadence, soft or strong,
He swept the sounding chords along:
The present scene, the future lot,
His toils, his wants, were all forgot:
Cold diffidence, and age's frost,
In the full tide of song were lost;
Each blank in faithless memory void,
The poet's glowing thought supplied;
And while his harp responsive rung,
'Twas thus the Latest Minstrel sung.



Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[luvie]

I haven’t yet, but it is definitely on my “to-do” list when I get back to Marfa. It’s a pretty good drive from here and waaaaaaaaay out in the sticks, so not easy to get to.

[JustAmy]

Thanks, LadyJ. That is an interesting article.

Years ago, I ran across several interesting graphics of barbed wire .... naturally I couldn’t find it today.

When I was young, we had barbed wire fences ... used for the few cows and pigs we had. Fun memories of someone stepping on one wire and pulling up another so you could climb through the fence. (And getting your shirt of coat caught!)

LOL ... boy am I rambling. Thanks for reminding me of my childhood and electric barbed wire fences.

[JustAmy]

LOL

Cute picture, Luv.

[JustAmy]

LOL

NO ... I didn’t say that!! I did some laundry, took a pain pill and a nap. I think I pulled a muscle in my abdomen. Ouch!!!

[JustAmy]

AMEN, Conor.

Father, Protect and Bless our Military!

[JustAmy]

I have used 123greetings for a very long time. I would always save the holidays for the entire month. When 123 quit posting them, I found another site which had saved all 12 months.

If I can’t find another good calendar, I may use the one from 2008.

Which calendar have you been using?