I dunno, the way some WriteWords people behave. A lot of time and effort goes into imparting knowledge for the benefit of all only for some cynic to come along and start questioning its credibility.

Waddya mean Dee, you don't think you believe it???

Hurt of Kendal

Well I'm glad TC is taking me seriously, even though I forgot to say Kendal, Arizona (it's just a bit to the left of Tombstone). Oh. Now I've spotted the obvious. Tombstone tombstones. Hey: the idea of banding together and forging something seems original or has this been tried before? If not, everyone to meet outside the Britannia (but beware the pale riders, or whatever it was Clint Eastwood was battling).

R. Baggins (Texas Ranger, Rtrd)

okayyyyyyyyyyy... convince me...

xxx

well if i didn't on the planet zog there's not much bloody hope of me doing it here is there

Richardxx

PS: how we doing TC on Dee's thread count??

TC: sorry about this -- I seem to have got my threads crossed. It's all Dee's fault (as usual).

Still. That's another one nearer the total. The thought occurs that I should maybe attempt a multiple but it's still a bit soon after last night.

Richardxx

Posting.

I dunno. Been away for a while and now haven't a clue what you're all banging on about. Now, If were having a quest, we need
an ancient map
some ginger beer
a raft
and some Charmin loo Roll (cos it hangs on tree branches well, idiots!)

Dee, you bring the beer...

oh and we need millions of other people for the battle scenes, so round up all your mates....and someone call Christopher Lee...

What no are we on now? 39.....ooh, I'm waiting with baited breath for the WW axe to fall!

Ah! You're back TC! No I don't know what's happened either, not enough discipline here. What sort of axe is it going to be -- one of those orc thingies or something the fairies have delicately honed???? (Just occurred to me: all these comments and I still can't find the original post here from Mr Tolkein about this Harry Potter rip-off thing he's trying to finish).

Gotta be 40. Shurely??

Rxx

Tolkein? who he? daft username if you ask me. Is he the bloke that posts obscure stuff in Elvish that doesn't even rhyme?

tell him it'll never catch on.

(Psst...everyone be very quiet, we're at 41...and they haven't noticed yet...shhhhh!)





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make that 42..sneaked in there, Dee

Well, I think it's quite absu.... errrk!

Yeahhhh!!!!

I've posted this without reading previous posts, so I'm not sure how you have fared in your search for the poem. But here it is below: :-)

Duncton Hill

He does not die that can bequeath
Some influence to the land he knows,
Or dares, persistent, interwreath
Love permanent with the wild hedgerows;
He does not die, but still remains 5
*Substantiate with his darling plains.

The spring’s superb adventure calls
His dust athwart the woods to flame;
His boundary river’s secret falls
Perpetuate and repeat his name. 10
He rides his loud October sky:
He does not die. He does not die.

The beeches know the accustomed head
Which loved them, and a peopled air
Beneath their benediction spread 15
Comforts the silence everywhere;
For native ghosts return and these
Perfect the mystery in the trees.

So, therefore, though myself be crosst
The shuddering of that dreadful day 20
When friend and fire and home are lost
And even children drawn away -
The passer-by shall hear me still,
A boy that sings on Duncton Hill.

Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

* substantiate with - made of the same substance as.


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Sorry folks, was tired when I pasted this in. As Jumbo has kindly pointed out the numbers really do ruin the smooth running of the poem. For the edited and much nicer version please follow to page 4! :-D

Sorry, can I interrupt!

Wordy, there's something about the 5, 10, 15 and 20 that spoil the metre of is for me!

No matter how I read it those numbers get in the way!

Sorry ;o

John

Yeuch, you're absolutely right Jumbo. My profuse apologies! :-D I was getting ready for bed last night when I added this post so hastily copied and pasted without even checking. LOL, I just checked it now and also read the line 'He does not die, but still remains 5' (?) eh?!

Here it is below in edited form, for your reading pleasure :-D

Duncton Hill

He does not die that can bequeath
Some influence to the land he knows,
Or dares, persistent, interwreath
Love permanent with the wild hedgerows;
He does not die, but still remains.

The spring’s superb adventure calls
His dust athwart the woods to flame;
His boundary river’s secret falls
Perpetuate and repeat his name.
He rides his loud October sky:
He does not die. He does not die.

The beeches know the accustomed head
Which loved them, and a peopled air
Beneath their benediction spread
Comforts the silence everywhere;
For native ghosts return and these
Perfect the mystery in the trees.

So, therefore, though myself be crosst
The shuddering of that dreadful day
When friend and fire and home are lost
And even children drawn away -
The passer-by shall hear me still,
A boy that sings on Duncton Hill.

Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

oh, Wordy, I think I love you!!

Brilliant.....where have you been all this time???!!
You don't say who its by, or I haven't read your post properly in my excitement - is it your namesake? If it is, I am non-plussed. Thought I'd combed every inch of his stuff..

Anyway, whatever, thanks a million.
The quest is postponed, guys, unless you all fancy a jaunt anyway? The drinks are on Dee, and I think Wordy deserves a big bottle all to him/herself! (sorry, forgot to check!)