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

5-1-2009 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[MEG33]

Nap Time!

See you all later

[yorkie]

Sleep extra long,
You'll need it to stay up late tonight!

[Lady Jag]

It is not Always May

The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing. And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue you winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west-wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things are new;--the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest beneath the eaves;-- There are no birds in last year's nest! All things rejoice in youth and love, The fulness of their first delight! And learn from the soft heavens above The melting tenderness of night. Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May! Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[Lady Jag]

Have a wonderful Sunday.

[yorkie]

"Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,
To some good angel leave the rest;
For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!"

Wow! LJ, those are very thought-provoking words!
I have never read this poem before, and thank you for sharing it!

[Lady Jag]

[yorkie]

[Lady Jag]

Looks like you are having a colorful Sunday.

I hope it's groovy

[Lady Jag]

The old poets really had it, didn’t they. Agreed, it is a profound poem. Chosing a graphic to go with it was impossible; I settled.

[yorkie]

Poetry of Alfred, Lord Tennyson

THE FLOWER.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried
`Splendid is the flower.’

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

[MEG33]

Good Afternoon, Lady Jag

It Is not Always May is wonderful poetry
Thank you for this lovely graphic and verse.
Have a beautiful Lord's Day

[yorkie]

You couldn’t have picked a more perfect graphic! I love it!

[Lady Jag]

Love it! Not sure if I read it but it’s new again.

Nextdoor neighbor complained about our dandilions and I responded, “Why? They’re free food.”

[Lady Jag]

I'm going to saving that poem and sending to someone nearby. :-D

[MEG33]

Your poem and graphic reminds me of a dead end street I happened on one day in a aneighborhood I was not familiar with..I saw this lovely sea of yellow at the end..and as I drove closer I realized it was a sea of dandelions.

I did not get a good nap..I woke up much too soon..

[Lady Jag]

Beautiful rhodos, MEG! May your day exceed their beauty.

[yorkie]

"I saw this lovely sea of yellow at the end
..and as I drove closer I realized
it was a sea of dandelions."

Sea of Yellow Dandelions

[Lady Jag]

I love dandelions. I can't help it if neighbors don't

[Lady Jag]

There's something dreamy about them.

[Lady Jag]