Thursday, January 16, 2014
Throw Back Thursday.
Katie was trying to get another child's attention at the pool. Wanting to make friends. I remember this so well.
I found garage light.
In 2007 I leaned of Stuart Townend.
I love how the audience sings with him.
I love his songs.
Here is a poem from 2005
She'd bring to me a skein of wool
And beg me to hold out my hands;
so on my pipe I cease to pull
And watch her twine the shining strands
Into a ball so snug and neat,
Perchance a pair of socks to knit
To comfort my unworthy feet,
Or pullover my girth to fit.
As to the winding I would sway,
A poem in my head would sing,
And I would watch in dreamy way
The bright yarn swiftly slendering.
The best I liked were coloured strands
I let my pensive pipe grow cool . . .
Two active and two passive hands,
So busy wining shining wool.
Alas! Two of those hands are cold,
And in these days of wrath and wrong,
I am so wearyful and old,
I wonder if I've lived too long.
So in my loneliness I sit
And dream of sweet domestic rule . . .
When gentle women used to knit,
And men were happy winding wool.
~Robert William Service
Looking back is nice.
Don't you think.
Encourage one another,