Horses

There is something about the outside of a horse

That is good for the inside of a man.

Winston Churchill

Pitter Patter Raindrops

I hear thunder,

I hear thunder.

Oh, don't you?
Oh, don't you?

Pitter-patter raindrops;
Pitter-patter raindrops;

I am wet through!
I am wet through!

The Writings On The Wall

A gRaffiTi

Sebastian Meer

With spray paint cans

Upon blank walls

A statement Made

In letters tall

It's mostly names

Of those who came

In search of

Fifteen minute fame

Some colour in

A street of grey

To hide the filth

For one more day

Should we chastise

Those who take part

Or recognise

This crime as art

.........

Sebastian Meer

'Old Nog'

The woodcock now upon the wing
Is flitting past to upland spring;
The fern owl wheels above the brake,
The heron screams from yonder lake;
The Dart is moaning down the dell,
Like music from a muffled bell.

Edward Davies

1863

Harvest Moon.

Harvest Moon
.


Harvest Moon
By
Neil Young

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.
.
But theres a full moon risin'
Lets go dancin' in the light
We know where the musics playin'
Lets go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because Im still in love with you
On this harvest moon.
.
When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.
.
But now its gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.
.
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.
.

Farewell to the Farm

Robert Louis Stevenson

THE COACH is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we swing;
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Sky Watch Post (click pics to enlarge)

White Clouds

High flying fleet of billowy boats,

Quietly cruising celestial seas.

Windblown wads in whimsical shapes,

Gracefully riding the heavenly breeze.
...

White-robed Bedouins bound to the sky,

Wandering aimlessly out of my view.

Would that my cares could be as the clouds,

Lifted, wafted, lost in the blue.
..

By

Gene Tagle
...........

See sky pictures from around the world

@

Sky Watch Friday