The long jagged ridge tore through
The shroud of fog, impatient,
Of the warming sun rolling back
The night’s fluffy white covering,
Exposing a glistening quilt
Of just impossible greens,
Stitched through with the brown
Threads of ancient hedge-rows.
Scattered over with the hay-barns
And the plain metal sheds all agleam
And the shimmering, floating,
White rendered mansions of life-time dreams.
From atop the hills the sleek blades
Of tall lean windmills wave
To the early-bird traffic that zips along
The dotted line of a sweeping new carriageway,
Echoes of now long gone children,
Standing in fields as trains whiz by
Or as some low flying plane
Crosses the clear blue of the sky.
Aloft a fluid sun seems to urge: -
Garnish you memories with tears if you will
But let your eyes feast in full
On each and every beauty that I reveal.
Fergus Carty
Daily Quote:To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children,
to leave the world a better place,
to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived,
this is to have succeeded.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: pendiente / adjective / to await
- Aún está pendiente de ser ratificado.
It’s still waiting to be ratified.
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