Poetry

So yesterday was National Poetry Day, and me and my friend Ana were talking about Siegfried Sassoon.  This poem of his is one of my favourites, and so here it is, a day late.

                                                     

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such delight

As prisoned birds must find freedom,

Winging wildly across the white

Orchards and dark green fields; on – on and out of sight

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;

And beauty came like the setting sun:

My heart was shaken with tears; and horror

Drifted away…O, but Everyone

Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

April 1919 Siegfried Sassoon

Poetry

So yesterday was National Poetry Day, and me and my friend Ana were talking about Siegfried Sassoon.  This poem of his is one of my favourites, and so here it is, a day late.

                                                     

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such delight

As prisoned birds must find freedom,

Winging wildly across the white

Orchards and dark green fields; on – on and out of sight

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;

And beauty came like the setting sun:

My heart was shaken with tears; and horror

Drifted away…O, but Everyone

Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

April 1919 Siegfried Sassoon

Poetry

So yesterday was National Poetry Day, and me and my friend Ana were talking about Siegfried Sassoon.  This poem of his is one of my favourites, and so here it is, a day late.

                                                     

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such delight

As prisoned birds must find freedom,

Winging wildly across the white

Orchards and dark green fields; on – on and out of sight

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;

And beauty came like the setting sun:

My heart was shaken with tears; and horror

Drifted away…O, but Everyone

Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

April 1919 Siegfried Sassoon

Flipping heck!

My Mum just popped onto Facebook chat long enough to send me two photos of my Dad looking like this:


With no explanation!  What the hell has he done to himself?  He's been falling over a lot lately - at nearly 80 he's getting a little unsteady on his feet; but he's still playing (field) hockey and umpiring, so he could have got injured on Saturday.  Though it also looks like a cartoon of someone with tooth ache.  Hey ho.

Ha ha update from me mam - it's an infected tooth and he's on antibiotics that have already started to reduce the swelling.  Poor old boy.

Flipping heck!

My Mum just popped onto Facebook chat long enough to send me two photos of my Dad looking like this:


With no explanation!  What the hell has he done to himself?  He's been falling over a lot lately - at nearly 80 he's getting a little unsteady on his feet; but he's still playing (field) hockey and umpiring, so he could have got injured on Saturday.  Though it also looks like a cartoon of someone with tooth ache.  Hey ho.

Ha ha update from me mam - it's an infected tooth and he's on antibiotics that have already started to reduce the swelling.  Poor old boy.

Flipping heck!

My Mum just popped onto Facebook chat long enough to send me two photos of my Dad looking like this:


With no explanation!  What the hell has he done to himself?  He's been falling over a lot lately - at nearly 80 he's getting a little unsteady on his feet; but he's still playing (field) hockey and umpiring, so he could have got injured on Saturday.  Though it also looks like a cartoon of someone with tooth ache.  Hey ho.

Ha ha update from me mam - it's an infected tooth and he's on antibiotics that have already started to reduce the swelling.  Poor old boy.