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Post by lugg on Dec 5, 2020 11:05:52 GMT
Have you heard of Fidget pie? Local thing. I have but could not recall what it was - looked it up, it looks good.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 21, 2021 15:55:02 GMT
By Amanda Gorman
Full poem:
When day comes we ask ourselves Where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade, We braved the belly of the beast We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace And the norms and notions of “what just is” Isn’t always justice.
And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it Somehow we do it Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation That isn’t broken but simply unfinished We, the successors of a country and a time Where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves And raised by a single mother Can dream of becoming President Only to find herself reciting for one. And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, But that doesn’t mean we’re striving to form a union That is perfect.
We are striving to forge our union- with purpose, To compose a country committed To all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, But what stands before us. We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, We must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms So we can reach out our arms to one another We seek harm for none and harmony for all Let the globe, if nothing else, say “This is true,”
That even as we grieved, we grew That even as we hurt, we hoped, That even as we tired, we tried That we’ll forever be tied together, Victorious, not because we will never again know defeat, But because we will never again sow division. Scripture tells us to envision
That everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree And no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, Then victory won’t lighten the blade But in all the bridges we’ve made That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, If only we dare it, Because being American is more than a pride we inherit
It’s the past we step into and how we repair it We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation Rather than share it Would destroy our country if meant delaying democracy And this effort very nearly succeeded Butt while democracy can be periodically delayed It can never be permanently defeated In this truth, in this faith, we trust For while we have our eyes on the future, History has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption We feared it at its inception We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour But within it we found the power To author a new chapter To author hope and laughter to ourselves
So…while once we asked “How can we possibly prevail over catastrophe?” Now we assert, “How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?” We will not march back to what was, But move to what shall be.- A country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold Fierce and free We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation Because we know our inaction and inertia Will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens But one thing is certain If we merge mercy with might And might with right then love becomes our legacy And change, our children’s birthright. So let us leave behind a country Better than the one we were left With every breath in my bronze pounded chest
We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one We will rise from the gold land hills We will rise from the windswept Northeast Where our forefathers first realized revolution We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states We will rise from the sun-baked South We will build, reconcile and recover
In every known nook of our nation and every corner Called our country Our people diverse and beautiful Will emerged, battered and beautiful, When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame, unafraid, The new dawn blooms, if we free it, For there was always light If only we’re brave enough to see it If only we’re brave enough to be it.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 21, 2021 18:37:18 GMT
Oh, thanks for that, Cheery!
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 22, 2021 11:51:04 GMT
I was very moved when I heard it at the inauguration, my sister asked me to find it for her as she wanted a copy...so thought I'd post it here too.
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Post by casimira on Jan 22, 2021 16:21:02 GMT
Thank you for Cheery. It's something that merits being posted to remind us of this period in our history for future generations to look back on and read, reflect, and reminded of the errors of our ways so they are not repeated.
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Post by lugg on Jan 23, 2021 20:22:46 GMT
Thank you Cheery .. I too was moved by it a reminder of what has gone ; but mostly I take optimism for the future from it.
We lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another, we seek harm to none and harmony for all.
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Post by lugg on Aug 14, 2021 20:31:05 GMT
I have just returned from a holiday week in Wales with my son and his partner, Enzo and Enzo's Bisnonna. ( maternal) I had never met Enzo's great grandmother before, she is a feisty, mid 80's year old battling against cancer. We had such a lovely time , so many memories created and she told me many of the family stories that I will have to write down for Enzo.
Anyway I discovered she has always loved poetry, both reading it and writing occasionally , this is what she wrote today ;
Our summer break Have just returned from a short summer break To Laugharne in West Wales was the place we went With all the rainy weather around , we stayed in a house instead of a tent
The area there is a sight to see Flowers abounding everywhere The people there so polite to all Especially in the cafes, some so small
The houses were painted in wondrous shades Pink, cream , lemon, so beautiful and bright No rubbish scattered on the streets Everything was so pleasant so clean and light
A visit to the old castle was the first place we went So exciting to behold the ruins of a once majestic place We walked around gazing at all Such wonderful memories to recall.
A visit to Folly Farm was the next on the list So many animals to see Some I had only seen on the tv before Then we all sat down for an afternoon tea
We then visited the grave of Dylan Thomas A wonderful poet was he, We also visited his little house So near the river we could see
The time has so quickly disappeared now , it’s time to go home and as we made our way We take such pleasant memories of the old castle And dear old Wales in those far off days.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 14, 2021 21:35:31 GMT
That is absolutely charming and really tells a story! Thanks so much for posting this, Lugg.
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Post by casimira on Aug 15, 2021 15:17:57 GMT
Lovely Lugg. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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