A Love Song

“The Way You Look Tonight”

Some day, when I’m awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight

Yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight

With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin’ my fear apart
And that laugh..wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart

Lovely … Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it? ‘Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight

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Japanese Jokes The Haiku is a traditional Japanese form of seventeen syllables.

P1000485P1000485P1000483Japanese Jokes                   for Anthony Thwaite       Peter Porter


In his winged collar

he  flew. The nation wanted

peace. Our Perseus!


William Blake, William

Blake, William Blake, William Blake,

say it and feel new!


Love without sex is

still the most efficient  form

of hell known to man.


A professional

is one who believes he has

invented breathing.


The creation had

to find room for the exper-

imental novel.


When daffodils be-

gin to peer: watch out, para-

noia’s round the bend.


I  get out of bed

and say goodbye to people

I won’t meet again.


I sit and worry

about money who very

soon will have to die.


I consider it

my duty to be old hat

so you can hate me.


I am getting fat

And unattractive but so

Much nicer to know.


Somewhere at the heart

Of the universe sounds the

True mystic note: Me.


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Born 150 years ago. W B Yeats. The Lake Isle of Innisfree.


The Lake Isle of Innisfree

P1000480Lochleven-CastleI WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

The nearest loch with an isle – Loch Leven (pictured)?  Innisfree is one of twenty on Loch Gill near Sligo.

See also  February 2014. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven

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Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now

Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now     A E Houseman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

The cherry trees are blossoming all along the lanes. The wild cherry is called a Gean Tree in Scotland.


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St Kevin and the Blackbird

St Kevin and the Blackbird

And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so

One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
And lays in it and settles down to nest.

Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked
Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,

Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand
Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.


And since the whole thing’s imagined anyhow,
Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time

From the neck on out down through his hurting forearms?
Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth

Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?
Alone and mirrored clear in love’s deep river,
‘To labour and not to seek reward,’ he prays,

A prayer his body makes entirely
For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river’s name.


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St Andrews Day Scottish Names


First day without rain for ages so the wall is out. You need to practise the ‘ch’ sound here.


SCOTTISH NAMES      Raymomd Vettese

I love the names o Scotland;

Ecclefechan, Auchenblae,

Fordoun, Gourdon, Forfar, Kirkcudbright,P1000388

Dunnichen, Echt, Panadram, Drumtochty,

And wha could ignore Auchtermuchty?


I love the names o Scotland:

Hoo they dirl thro me, the stounds

O consonants, nieves o soonds

That dunt on the map; ilka ane redoondsP1000387

Wi stickit pride:these are my boonds!


I love the names o Scotland:

Friockheim, Fettes, Pittenweem, Pitcaithly,

Dunnottar, Dunfermline, Aberdower, Invertay,

Catterline, Corstorphine, Craigmillar, Cruden Bay,

And wha could ignore Clachnaharry?


I love the names o Scotland:

hoo e’en the prosaic is owerset

intil a ferlie ye canna forget,

tho it’s aiblins but a place whaur burns aince met

or a wee wuid fort wis, and is yet,


but only in the name. Oor past’s

chairted for us, oor history’s here,

in Balmaha, Birnam, Dunblane, Ardersier;

the names clash oot, tirl on the ear,

and wha could ignore  braw Durisideer?


I love the names o Scotland,

The names that are oors, and tho Wounded Knee

Is fine and fair and sad, it’s no Fyvie,

And gin Montrose, whaun I dee, winna hae me:

Bury my hairt in the cricket-pitch o Freuchie!

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National Poetry Day Time Travellers (Scotland)


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R I P Hamish McHamish St Andrews Cat about Town

P1000371P1000372P1000373TopSee our page from April when Hamish’s statue in the centre of St Andrews was unveiled.

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One Hundred Years – The world is still at War

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perce100_1170100_1171Ode for a Birthday Boy                                                  Thanks to The Beatles

Perce,  you’ve grown older, losing your hair,

Any day from now.

You’ve been always sending me a Valentine,

Birthday Greetings, bottles of wine.

When you got home at quarter to three

I hadn’t locked the door. . .

Yes, you did need me, yes you did feed me

When you were sixty-four.


Now you are older by just a year

Will you be the same?

Will I still be knitting by the fireside?

Sunday evening – take a bus ride?

Digging the garden, cutting the grass

Keeps your mind alive.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me?

Now you’re sixty-five.

SING ALONG  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCss0kZXeyE

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