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Spark To Elder
Standing at the fireside,
The spark of life I eyed,
Flying into the night air.
Wind blowing her hair;
Boarding awaiting mare,
To ride without any care;
Into life’s clouds she slid,
A new life at desires bid.
An Ivory Palace enwalled;
No thoughts now recalled.
Tied by life’s silver cord,
To this worlds great hoard;
Not to live another’s will,
True to all things be real.
To sow whatever she may;
Reaping some future day,
With every action made,
Life’s debt she has paid.
Returning to the fireside;
Newest elder with pride!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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This Christmas
Words and music by donney hathway and nadine mckinnor
Hang all the mistletoe
Im gonna get to know you better
This christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun its gonna be together
This christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
And this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This christmas
Lights twinkle all around
But your eyes outshine the town
They do, this christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
And this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
This christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
Yeah, this christmas
Hang all the mistletoe
Im going to get to know you better
This christmas
This christmas
Yeah, this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me
This christmas
Hang all the mistletoe
Im going to get to know you better
This christmas
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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This Christmas
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hang all the mistletoe
I'm going to get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun it is going to be together
This Christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
And were caroling through the night
[Chorus]
And This Christmas
Will be a very special Christmas
for me yeah
Yeah no no no no no no no no no
ummmmmmmmmmmm
[Verse 2]
Presents and Cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This Christmas
And as I look around
Your eyes will shine around they do
This Christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
And were caroling through the night
[Chorus]
Shake a hand Shake a hand now
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Have a merry Christmas
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
[Bridge]
The fireside is blazing bright
And were caroling through the night
[Chorus]
Yeah
Shake a hand shake a hand now
Come along come along everybody
shake a hand shake a hand now
no no no no no no no no no
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm [to the end]
song performed by by Joe
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A wish come true, unexpectedly
A wish come true unexpectedly
A dismal dank December day.
The kind of day I’d rather stay
inside beside my fireside.
I have no choice although I know
my journey will be long and slow.
The fog is very thick outside.
I must drive very carefully
because I can’t see properly.
Not looking forward to the ride.
The fog’s too thick so I decide
I will turn back, go back inside.
Phone up to say I have tried
Say that the fog is far too dense
The worst in my experience.
Although I do my best to hide.
The satisfaction that I feel
I need not slide behind the wheel
But sit beside my fireside.
On this dismal December day
I cannot go so I must stay
warm and comfortable inside.
I’m sure they’ll manage without me.
I do not feel at all guilty.
My excuse can be verified.
Friday,11 December 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Golden Mile-Stone. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Leafless are the trees; their purple branches
Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral,
Rising silent
In the Red Sea of the winter sunset.
From the hundred chimneys of the village,
Like the Afreet in the Arabian story,
Smoky columns
Tower aloft into the air of amber.
At the window winks the flickering fire-light;
Here and there the lamps of evening glimmer,
Social watch-fires
Answering one another through the darkness.
On the hearth the lighted logs are glowing,
And like Ariel in the cloven pine-tree
For its freedom
Groans and sighs the air imprisoned in them.
By the fireside there are old men seated,
Seeing ruined cities in the ashes,
Asking sadly
Of the Past what it can ne'er restore them.
By the fireside there are youthful dreamers,
Building castles fair, with stately stairways,
Asking blindly
Of the Future what it cannot give them.
By the fireside tragedies are acted
In whose scenes appear two actors only,
Wife and husband,
And above them God the sole spectator.
By the fireside there are peace and comfort,
Wives and children, with fair, thoughtful faces,
Waiting, watching
For a well-known footstep in the passage.
Each man's chimney is his Golden Mile-Stone;
Is the central point, from which he measures
Every distance
Through the gateways of the world around him.
In his farthest wanderings still he sees it;
Hears the talking flame, the answering night-wind,
As he heard them
When he sat with those who were, but are not.
Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion,
Nor the march of the encroaching city,
Drives an exile
From the hearth of his ancestral homestead.
We may build more splendid habitations,
Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures,
But we cannot
Buy with gold the old associations!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Belmore Place
The corner of my street
Too many miles, too tired to sleep
On a plane of dreams and sunbeams
Coming home to belmore place
Fireside flickered lights
A brighter sign of winter pines
I live it up somewhere youll find
Im living up on belmore place
The corner of my dreams
So many thoughts, they sit too deep
On a train I travel on my memories
Coming home to belmore place
Fireside flickered lights
A brighter sign of winter pines
I live it up somewhere youll find
Im living up on belmore place
In the slumber of my sleep
So many thoughts they cover me
A sweet lullaby of melodies
Carried home to belmore place
Fireside flickered lights
A brighter sign of winter pines
I live it up somewhere youll find
Im living up on belmore place
song performed by by Candlebox
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The fireside is the tulip bed of a winter day.
He who lies by the fireside knows how it burns.
The child saith nothing but what he heard at the fireside.
When visitors come a wi fireside, wi mek wi pot smell nice.
Children tell in the highway what they hear by the fireside.
You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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What the child hears at the fireside is soon known at the parish church.
I could not at any age be content to take my place in a corner by the fireside and simply look on.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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I could not at any age be content to take my place in a corner by the fireside and simply look on.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Christmas Time Is Here
Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all
The children call
Favorite time of year
Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times
And ancient rhymes
Love and dreams to share
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there
Christmas time is here
Families drawing near
Oh that we could always see
A favorite time of year
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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What children hear their parents say by the fireside, they repeat in the highway.
What children hear their parents say by the fireside they repeat in the highway.
Sextet
Sad Sextet.
Rainy day
Wet dog on pavement
Looking in
Seeing me
Sit by the cosy fireside
Ignoring its plight.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Tribute to W.B.Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fireside. Take down this book
and slowly read and dream of the soft look.
Your eyes once had and of their shadows deep
William Butler Yeats 1865-1939
A tribute to W.B Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
and conscious thoughts go in and out.
I am quite sure I have no doubt.
That memories will unbidden creep
And nodding by the fireside. Take down this book
a true record of all that’s been
Everything you’ve done and seen.
It is past time to take another look.
And slowly read and dream of the soft look
you used to see in your lovers eyes.
You are content because you realise.
There is contained within this book
Your eyes once had and of their shadow deep
Are still the same they have not changed.
Constant they have not been re-arranged
All of the memories you chose to keep.
31/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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