Saturday, 11 November 2017

Drummer Hodge



They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined — just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the drummer never knew —
Fresh from his Wessex home —
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow up some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His stars eternally.

(Thomas Hardy)



Thursday, 2 November 2017

A Time to Pray for Departed Souls



A time to pray for departed souls
Whom we sometimes see, if at all,
Amid moonlit mist-laden rolls
Of memory's toll of those who fall

Away to somewhere not here,
And somewhere not above,
Nor below; nowhere to fear.
Yet pray for those you love.


Friday, 27 October 2017

Late October Seascapes in Summer Warmth


Footsteps from where we reside in the scintillating heat of near November taken today ...











Monday, 23 October 2017

You, Me and the Sea



You, me and the sea
As a gentle breeze
And pale rays
Play with ease

As we hear 
What the sea
Softly sighs
Too near

To be lies
Too lovely
To be other
Than wise.