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Legend is often a fragment of history swelling with new fictions as it rolls down the years.

The following is a great favourite. I haven't seen it posted here, but if it is, well, it's worth reading again.

The Road not Taken
By Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The squeaky wheel gets the oil."

Ruby

Thank you for your comment and the new entry. I have not seen or heard of The Bridge Builder before and really enjoyed it as will many others I am sure.

Bridget :-)

I have read through your pages briefly, and enjoyed all contributions. May I add something too?


The Bridge Builder
By Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twlight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!"

'Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There's just too much fraternising with the enemy'. (Henry Kissinger).

Nobody can distinguish the 'aye, aye' of the MPs with the 'aye, aye' of the man in the street.

If your dog thinks you're the best,
Don't seek a second opinion!!

I am thrilled to see that this thread has survived. I have been away from home for a while but we move back home on Monday or Tuesday. I will add something during that week.

I big THANKS to you all.

Bridget :-D

“The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state my dog is full of love.

I've also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the loveliest.”

Pub notice - 'We serve drinks - not drunks'.

Dear Ladies and Gentleman

Hello

Hope you are okay.

Lovely thread.

Can I offer this poem?


"THE PROBLEM"


If all my love were little stars

They'd form a galaxy;

And should they change to raindrops

They would overfow the sea.


If all my love were music

You would hear a minuet;

And if it changed to waltz-time

We might be dancing yet.


If all my love were feathers

They would flight a million birds;

But now your hand is holding mine

I'm at a loss for words.


BY PETER CLIFFE


Take gentle care
Very best wishes
Elizabeth, EOS
xx

This is called 'Heartache' The dog concerned is a Cavaliar Spaniel.

I fell in love with a Labrador when I was only three,
He would oflen stroll by the garden gate
In the evenings after tea

He always gave me a friendly nod
And passed the time of day,
But never touched me nose to nose
Or asked me out to play.

I saved him crispy pieces of fish
And chocolate bones from tea
But I understood what I felt for him
Was not what he felt for me.

One day he came with a jaunty step
And a lady by his side.
She was truly a golden Labrador
And destined to be his bride.

My heart sank down to the tip of my tail
When I saw the way things were.
I gave him my finest chocolate bone
But he laid it in front of her.

I saw him rarely after that
And I think he moved away,
But I used to wait by the garden gate
When the sun went down each day.

I never fell in love again,
And nobody fell for me,
For I lost my heart to a Labrador
When I was only three.

.

Hard work isn't easy.

Never leave anything where it isn't.

Dont worry about avoiding temptation,
As you grow older it will avoid you!!



Winston Churchill.

'Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy, you must have someone to share it with'. (A Wistful Eye by D J Kelly).

Bomber Command

I found this poem by John M Milne (57Sqdn) and thought I would post it in remembrance of ALL those young men who lost their lives (one of whom was my father) and only now have finally had a memorial dedicated to their bravery'

A long cold night, a star filled sky,
A blackened out world below,
The grim faced crew on faith rely that they'll live to see tomorrow.
The searchlights sweep, the hell flak sent a thousand shards of steel.
But on they press then bold attack,
And hide the fear they feel.

For near six years, night after night, Squadron after Squadron,
Shattered the dream of Nazi might, it's power a sham illusion,
They shared a duty, fate and fear that forged uncommon pride,
And paid a price in lives so dear,
More than fifty thousand died.

I certainly can SuffolkVera, my elder grandaughter once said to me when she was about 2. " The thing is Granny, I'm your friend and you're my friend!" I too suffered from that lump!

My granddaughter, then aged 8 or 9, learnt about Japanese Haiku at school. The class were told to try and write one and that it should be 17 syllables in three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. This is what she wrote, entitled One in a Million Nanny:

My special Nanny
I'm so glad we're family
You're the perfect one.

You can imagine the size of the lump in my throat when I read that one!