Saturday, August 13, 2011

Soft Soap

We've just been able to get BT to install the more technological aspects of the house, and it's all quite patchy even now. There are still many people in this town without phones, which even an old fogey like me was surprised about! There will be better entries later, but for now I will leave you with the words of Sir Walter de la Mare:


Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

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