Journey Forth

31 May, 2008

Lessons in Life

Filed under: Life,Poetry,Thoughts — by Karen @ 7:17 am

The Village Blacksmith

UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree

The village smithy stands;

The smith, a mighty man is he,

With large and sinewy hands;

And the muscles of his brawny arms

Are strong as iron bands.

 

 

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,

His face is like the tan;

His brow is wet with honest sweat,

He earns whate’er he can,

And looks the whole world in the face,

For he owes not any man.

 

 

Week in, week out, from morn till night,

You can hear his bellows blow;

You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,

With measured beat and slow,

Like a sexton ringing the village bell,

When the evening sun is low.

 

 

And children coming home from school

Look in at the open door;

They love to see the flaming forge,

And hear the bellows roar,

And catch the burning sparks that fly

Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

 

 

He goes on Sunday to the church,

And sits among his boys;

He hears the parson pray and preach,

He hears his daughter’s voice,

Singing in the village choir,

And it makes his heart rejoice.

 

 

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,

Singing in Paradise!

He needs must think of her once more,

How in the grave she lies;

And with his hard, rough hand he wipes

A tear out of his eyes.

 

 

Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,

Onward through life he goes;

Each morning sees some task begin,

Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted, something done,

Has earned a night’s repose.

 

 

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,

For the lesson thou hast taught!

Thus at the flaming forge of life

Our fortunes must be wrought;

Thus on its sounding anvil shaped

Each burning deed and thought.

 

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 1807 – March 1882) was an American poet whose works include “Paul Revere’s Ride”, “The Song of Hiawatha” and “Evageline”.

 

“The Village Blacksmith” shows us the lessons of life from a hard working proud man.

 

“The Song of Hiawatha” is another favourite of mine.

 

Dare you play the game? Chilli Roulette

Filed under: Food,Humour,Life,Thoughts,Travel — by Karen @ 6:18 am

Have you heard about these chillies?

Pimientos de Padron are sweet and mild chillies – but one in ten is very, vey hot. And you can’t tell which is which!!!

In Spain, a tapas dish is served which uses the the chillies – its a form of chilli roulette. Who will get the hot one?!!

Dare you play?

29 May, 2008

How rousing is this!!! Again.

Filed under: Hymns,Life,Poetry,Thoughts,Travel — by Karen @ 5:42 am
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ0oCmDXrVk

 

Doesn’t this make you proud to be British!!!

How rousing is this!!!

Filed under: Hymns,Life,Poetry,Thoughts — by Karen @ 5:02 am

Jerusalem – William Blake

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

A poem popularised durg thr first world war. Now a patriotic hymn.

28 May, 2008

Children!

Filed under: Children,Family,Humour,Life,Thoughts — by Karen @ 8:50 pm

I just thought this was really funny (and true!).

On the Ning Nang Nong

Filed under: Children,Humour,Life,Poetry,Random,Thoughts — by Karen @ 8:34 pm

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
And the monkeys all say BOO!
There’s a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can’t catch ’em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

 

 

This is my daughter’s favourite poem – I just thought that I would share it with you all!

Where are we going?

Filed under: France,Francophiles,Life,Thoughts,Travel — by Karen @ 8:26 pm

Fuel Prices. Food Prices. Labour Government. Weekly Stabbings.

Where is Britain going? Should we emigrate?

And yet Britain is still Great!! So much to be proud of.

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