(James Archer – Queen Guinevere, circa 1860)
Blessing of the Elements
Grace of the love of the skies be thine,
Grace of the love of the stars be thine,
Grace of the love of the moon be thine,
Grace of the love of the sun be thine,
Grace of the love and the crown of heaven be thine.
A wee entry for Saturday. Sanding Cabinets, and generally trying to get motivated under rainy skies. Where have all the good times gone? They are here, right now, this moment, this life.
A Blessing on You and Yours,
Gwyllm
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On The Menu:
Peters’ Saturday’s Pick
Scottish Tales: The Fox Outwitted
Lyrics From My Favourite Drinking Band
From Rowan: Lyre Bird
Poetry:”Arthur in Avalon”
Art: James Archer
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Peters’ Saturday’s Pick!
Juana Molina – No es tan cierto
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Scottish Tales: The Fox Outwitted.
ONE day the fox succeeded in catching a fine fat goose asleep by the side of a loch; he held her by the wing, and making a joke of her cackling, hissing, and fears, he said–
“Now, if you had me in your mouth as I have you, tell me what you would do?”
“Why,” said the goose, “that is an easy question. I would fold my hands, shut my eyes, say a grace, and then eat you.”
“Just what I mean to do,” said Rory; 2 and folding his hands, and looking very demure, he said a pious grace with his eyes shut.
But while he did this the goose had spread her wings, and she was now half way over the loch; so the fox was left to lick his lips for supper.
“I will make a rule of this,” he said in disgust, never in all my life to say a grace again till after I feel the meat warm in my belly.”
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Lyrics From My Favourite Drinking Band….(The Kinks)
‘Where Have All The Good Times Gone’
Well, lived my life and never stopped to worry bout a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to sing
Wondering if I’d done wrong
Will this depression last for long?
Won’t you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days
Won’t you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Ma and pa look back at all the things they used to do
Didn’t have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didnt have no toys
And mummy didn’t need no boys
Won’t you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But lets face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down
And get your feet back on the ground
Won’t you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
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Lyre Bird
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Poetry:”Arthur in Avalon”
by John Arthur Blaikie
(James Archer – La Mort d’Arthur)
I.
Stricken of man, and sore beset of Fate,
He lies amid the groves of Avalon;
What comfort mete ye unto Uther’s son,
O mournful Queens? What styptic to abate
Life’s eager stream? Alas, not theirs to sate
His soul with earthly vision! he hath done
With mortal life, and chivalry’s bright sun
Is darkened by the powers of hell and hate.
Lo! now, the garden of his agony
Is very sweet, though dread the hour, and drear
With utterless spell of horrid potency;
The barrèd east beyond the brightening sea,
Thick with portentous wraiths of phantom fear,
Is flushed with triumph, stirred with melody.
II.
“Glory of knighthood, that through Lyonesse
Was as a lamp, O selfless soul and pure,
What though thy visionary rule endure
So ill the assault of envy? Not the less
Thy victory, though failure thee oppress;
Not sterile thy example, and most sure
The seeded fruit; with might thou shalt allure
For evermore through life’s embattled press
Thy spiritual sons to follow thee;”
The mystic Four their solemn vigil keep
Until day break, and eastward silently,
Over the kingless land and wailing deep,
The sacrificial symbol fire the sky;
Then they arise, no more to watch and weep.