Monday, December 31, 2012
Another year nearly gone. Kilts and sporrans found in time for tonights Hogmanay celebrations. Then its off at a canter into the New Year. A trip to the dog loving lady and the blind school in India followed by a long Easter trip to California. Then time to focus on new PON brothers.
For the New Year an upbeat, optimistic, happy little poem written by a Welsh lady , Sheenagh Pugh, who lives in the Shetlands. A 2013 New Year hope in verse.
Sometimes things don't go , after all ,
from bad to worse. Some years , muscadel
faces down frost ; green thrives ; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high , and all goes well.
A people sometimes step back from war ;
elect an honest man ; decide they care
enough , that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss ; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen ; may it happen to you.