Came accross this poem today which I found somewhat amusing..thought I'd share it with all of you !
"Weather"
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be-- Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth, With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth. While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth, From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth. He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote-- For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow: "Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."
Posted - 18/07/2009 : 01:32
Here's one which I came across ...... Bit of a tongue twister
Weather
Whether the weather be fine, Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Or whether the weather be hot, We'll whether the weather Whatever the weather Whether we like it or not.
Aleksandra Lachut
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all
Posted - 18/07/2009 : 14:17
There is a track on the old Tom Waites album (Nighthawk at the Diner) which deals with an "emotional weather forecast" which is particularly well written..........It ends with the line .....
".....Precipitation is expected"..........
Well worth a listen .
(does everyone know about "SPOTIFY".....the Free internet "jukebox"......?
You can't download from it and occasionally there is an audio advertisment, but the amount of music available is immense )
One day in March the boisterous Wind was playing with the weather. He tossed a fluffy cloud around as though it was a feather; He danced a jig in every tree, and set the chimneys grumbling And banged the birds about the sky, and sent the birdies tumbling. When April came he roared her name and loud to meet her rushed But gentle April smiled and laid a finger on the lip, and said: "Now hush sir!" and he hushed.
Nancy Byrd Turner
From Book 5, Best Loved Poems, in a set titled The Children's Hour published by Grolier
LANG MEY YER LUM REEK
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all
Posted - 19/07/2009 : 08:26
Brads - I mentioned SPOTIFY when I first discovered it a couple of months ago. I was underwhelmed by the response, but for me it's the eigth wonder of the world. Masses of choice - even the strange stuff I like.
Posted - 29/07/2009 : 17:03
I found this in my old copy of 'The Patchwork Book'
SIGNS OF RAIN
The hollow winds begin to blow, The clouds look black, the glass is low, The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep And spiders from their cobwebs peep.
Last night the sun went pale to bed, The moon in halos hid her head; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For see! A rainbow spans the sky.
The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Hark! How the chairs and tables crack. Old Betty's joints are on the rack; Her corns with shooting pains torment her, And to her bed untimely send her.
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry, The distant hills are looking nigh. How restless are the snorting swine! The busy flies disturb the kine.
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings; The cricket, too, how sharp he sings! Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.
Through the clear stream the fishes rise, And nimbly catch th' incautios flies. The glow -worms, numerous and bright, Illumed the woodland dell last night.
At dusk the squalid toad was seen Hopping and crawling o'er the green. The whirling dust the wind obeys, And in the rapid eddy plays.
The frog has changed his yellow vest, And in a russet coat is dressed. Though June, the air is cold and still, The mellow blackbirds note is shrill;
My dog, so altered in his taste, Quits mutton bones on grass to feast. And see, yon rooks, how odd their flight, They imitate the gliding kite, And seem precipitate to fall, As if they felt the piercing ball - ’twill surely rain – I see with sorrow Our jaunt must be put off tomorrow.
Edward Jenner wrote this. He lived from 1749 to 1823 and the weather signs haven't changed much have they.
Stanley Challenger Graham
Barlick View stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk
Posted - 31/07/2009 : 11:40
An old nursery rhyme: One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather I chanced to meet and old man clothed all in leather Clothed all in leather with a cap under his chin How do you do and how do you do, and how do you do again.