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Fall in Northeast Ohio is so beautiful! I always start reading a lot around this time of the year, mostly romantic, sad, dreary stuff. I thought I would share one of my favorite poems, The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore. My neighbors have a rosebush on the side of the fence facing our driveway that, without fail, remains blooming and will produce one last flower in the first week of November. I can't ever bear to look at it! :cry:

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone ;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone ;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
To pine on the stem ;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh ! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone ?
 

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Beginner's Mind
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Nice. Thanks


I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in Autumns that there were,
with mornings mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when Winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen
in every wood in every Spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door. J.R.R.Tolkien
 

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Nice stuff.

My best contribution starts with "There once was a man from Nantucket" but that's probably not appropriate (since it's not about the change of season :))...
 

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Thanks for both poems. Very nice.

A couple lines from one of my favorites is:

"I'm grateful for all that I've done,
For my family I love, for my blessing from above,
For the roses I've smell, and the babies I've held,
(and I don't remember the rest)

Part of why this stands out is one time while reciting, I mixed up that last line and said "for the roses I've held, and the babies I've smelled".
After that I couldn't keep a straight face...
 

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A WINTER POEM

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SHIT! it's COLD!

:lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash:
 

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:lolsmash::lolsmash::lolsmash::lolsmash::lolsmash:

Not yet. But it will be soon enough.
 

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A Miami Winter Poem...

Come on in, the water's fine! Pass the suntan lotion.
 

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Partyin' like it's 1699
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Nice stuff.

My best contribution starts with "There once was a man from Nantucket" but that's probably not appropriate (since it's not about the change of season :))...
Can't be any worse than "Here I sit, broken hearted. I tried to....."

Well, you know the rest :D
 

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My favorite. Story of my life.




The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear'
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ......
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost
 
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