Thursday 19 March 2009

Thought For Today

Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a sky devoid of stars......Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)

Two Little Pals


It's Not All Bad


I've sure gotten old!
I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement,
New knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes
I'm half blind,
Can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine,
Take 40 different medications that
Make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia
Have poor circulation;
Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92.
Have lost all my friends. But, thank God
I still have my driver's licence.
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Blankney Pictures

The Blankney Foxhounds meet at
the entrance to Blankney Park

Today's Smile

A young office clerk skived out of work to go and get his haircut. The barber was half way through cutting his hair when, who should walk in but his boss.

Boss: "What the hell do you think you're doing?
Young Clerk: "Getting my haircut."
Boss: "Not in my time you don't."
Young Clerk: "Why not? It grows in your time."
Boss: "Not all of it doesn't"
Young Clerk: "Well I'm not having it all off."

Poem - Blankney Wildlife

One day 1n 1995 I was walking from home to my office, a distance of not more than 500 yards. In that short distance there were five creatures killed on the road. It was that experience that inspired the following poem. I hope you enjoy it.

Blankney Wildlife

We live in the age of the motor car
There is no turning back
The village is now dissected
By a tarmac racing track
And those who race, from place to place
Seem totally unaware
Of the creatures mown down in their path
I doubt they even care
A rabbit lying in the road
Eyes still open wide
His soft fur bristles in the wind
But no heart beats inside
And further on the hedgehog
His rooting days now done
Is just a fur lined heap of spines
Baking in the sun
A mistle thrush lies by the fence
Her final song now sung
No doubt returning to the nest
To feed her hungry young
The pheasant tossed upon the verge
Plumage glistening in the sun
At least will never know his fate
One day to fly before the gun
Should we not consider more
These creatures, meek and mild
Today a rabbit, hedgehog, bird
Perhaps tomorrows child

Rodney Garlant

Who Am I? - Wednesday's Answer


The answer to yesterdays
Who Am I?
was
Sir Alex Ferguson
(Manchester United Manager)
Well done to those readers
who successfully identified
Sir Alex