One Sunday Night I was so excited on that Sunday night! Not just me, but each kid I knew. We always watched Ed Sullivan, but tonight would be his greatest "shew". The Beatles would be on! I'd see them at last! So thrilled that I hardly could eat; I managed to wait until dinner was done, then ran to lay claim to my seat. I got up so close to the big old TV, as close as I possibly could. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but I knew it was gonna be good! My parents were just mystified by my zeal. They just couldn't reckon at all What was so exciting, just seeing these guys, this John and George, Ringo, and Paul. "Their songs are just silly," my mother told me. "They're nothing so special or great". "I like them", I'd said, then, not wanting to fight, I'd simply looked down at my plate. Now I was sitting there, knowing that soon The Beatles would be on the screen. Mr Sullivan said that indeed, they were there, and the audience started to scream! The guys on the TV then started to sing,and I honestly couldn't keep still! I had to sing with them, I got up to dance--it was an incredible thrill! The next day at school, all us kids compared notes, and unanimously we concurred That no one we'd ever seen equalled these guys, let alone anyone that we'd heard. The grownups just smiled and called it a fad, a statement we thought was deranged. We knew Beatlemania was sure to last. We knew that the world had been changed.
Thanks, Sister. I have to tell you, though. That's an old one I found in one of my journals. It was about something that happened when I was eleven, but I wrote it when I was in high school, about 16. I've always written poetry.
YOUNG AT HEART It doesn't seem so long ago, When I was very young. The winds of change murmur and blow And I find myself flung Into the future. I protest As loudly as I can; My spirit valiantly will wrest From my poor soul, a plan! I need to turn the timeline back, To make things as they were; My mind shall take up all the slack. My body will concur! They call it 'second childhood'. All that I know is I Feel quite relieved, and so good! (Not to mention spry). I've put off getting older For another twenty years! I just refuse to molder Along with all my peers.
Today I was sad as my neighbours dog died When I was told, we all cried I have no pets, so I loved her too But I guess I must get on, and not be so blue
Oh the joys of yesteryear if only they could visit here we'd leap up like the teens we were to grab the chance and then aver to all the great things that we feel and not all claim we're down at heel for ev'ry day that comes and goes and though we stretch to reach our toes they just slip further from our fingers still I say we mustn't linger on what's gone and won't be found before they lay us in the ground let's dance and frolic one last time who knows we might invent a rhyme? one that brings us all together not held apart by wind and weather but through clouds the sun might shine just like a well aged rosé wine a tipple we can slowly sip and though the chill air holds a nip we'll smile once more at what we see the ev'ning's just begun for me and you and all those gathered round so soon much laughter will abound as we remember times gone past those days we thought would always last and though they're gone now we're still here to spread some happiness and cheer among the congregation sitting thoughts of yesterday still flitting through our minds both dull and sharp before we hear the angel's harp the one that calls us from the grave to meet our fate, we must be brave as those who went before us found their souls not held into the ground but flying free and now employing all their time at last enjoying joy for all the work they've done now warmed by everlasting sun Happy Frixxxxxxday Candy Gal !
I was rather sad this very week I never dwell, as fun I seek Life is sometimes such a challenge But with my friends, I seem to manage I smile and say yeah I'm ok It is just my way, I never stray So make me smile, and post away Tomorrow is always, another day
Sadly real life got in the way for the last few months, and it's threatening to keep interfering with my other life, the one in my head and on the screen in front of me. Oh well, never mind, it's the thought that counts. How's things Candy? Still here I see. I think you must spend a lot of time just on this one site alone. For me things have been a bit different. I had to give up the engineering since having Covid last year has robbed me of much of my strength and stamina. Instead I've been concentrating on learning how to print 3D models. The reason being that I designed an item to help flute players hold their instruments more easily, and I've been trying to build prototypes using a 3D printer. The result is that now I've got a product in prototype form that's more or less good enough to sell commercially. I've approached a flute specialist shop that's also a wholesaler and a school, and they've shown some interest in selling them, so now I'm trying to build up a stock of the item in three different sizes, small, medium and large, to fit the hands of different sized and aged players. I've also got to register the design to protect it, but as soon as I do that others can see what it looks like and how it's made. So it's a bit of a gamble as to whether the Chinese will be copying it to sell at half the price I make them for. After all, they think the word 'copyright' means they have the right to copy! Anyway, I just happened to look in on this site earlier, saw a couple of really nice poems from Angelmama and thought I'd have a go at penning something to follow on with. Please don't expect me to churn out a poem a day like I did last year, but if the mood takes me I'll see if I can get the old creative juices flowing again. I s'pose it all depends on whether the muse decides to visit me or not? So we can but hope, eh? Just looked out the window to see it's a full moon tonight, and a nice bright one too. Makes a change from the storms we've been having the last few evenings. The other night there was a brilliant flash followed less than five seconds later by an almight bang that rattled the windows. After that the clouds just opened, and we could hear the rain doing its best to join us in the living room! I hope the weather gives us a bit of respite though, as the rains in the last week or so has caused the grass in the garden to go mad, and I'll have to get out there and cut it soon before it gets to knee height. Speak soon.
Thanks for the update. I will keep you in my prayers for success, of course. Yes, Angel is very precious to me also . xxxx
A never never day I sat in frangipani glade the dogs stretched out in midday haze the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves this never never land can freeze! the early morns now cool and sharp Gone is that humid apple tart but still the sun creeps up the sky and by midday has drooped the eye just sit it out till twilight comes and off shore breezes hum their tunes the never never freeze at night need canvas swag till bleak sunlight the welcome tinge of daylight dawns as dew hangs heavy, still not warm the 'billy' lets off steam not dew and soon cold hands have thawed anew © FitzG 2022
I often wonder where folks go They vanish, I don't know Some I really made a bond In fact some I was really fond But my first forum friends still are here I need'nt ever have a fear xxxx