Shadows on trees, just up the road
So we are having a spring that's more like summer (it makes me dread to think what summer will be...) but our news is that in a few days we set off south for visits, a mini road trip and a few other things. I didn't want to leave that musicals post up as my end-of-term assignment however so instead here's a poem. It's an old one (an online Poetry Bus one) that first saw the light of PCs here but has since had a tweak or two to end up reading like this:
There is walking,
And then there is this:
Giant steps stretched out around a tiny town,
Bright lights that hang just too low down,
Dry mouth, long night, somewhere to be,
Feet moving, moving, constantly.
And then again there is walking,
And then again there is this:
The pansy by the path with its soft, soft face,
The daffodils singing uninvited, as ever,
The blackbirds busy, everything just so,
So vibrant, so violent, so full, this life.
I guess it's a kind of spring poem... certainly the daffodils are hard at work here right now.
We'll try to post a few photos from the road (maybe we'll even manage a mystery tour like the one we had back here) but in the meantime here's a song I heard on "Glee" recently (great show, I only half watch it for the small one...). The song was written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David (first released in 1964 by Dionne Warwick, I think) but here it's sung, not by April or young Kurt, but by one of my old favourites: