Enga mellom fjella

Pebbles' momma sings I dreamed a dream. Oh

Pebbles dreamed a dream and Susan sang it. If you haven't watched this clip yet, you really should. Almost 3 million hits in three days and it's snowballing. Amazing performance and totally unexpected at the outset (watch it all!). Susan Boyle is from West Lothian in Scotland (sing it Marcus ): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

Article on her: http://talent.itv.com/news/story/item_100065.htm

Which made me think of our own susanL who is sweet and bubbly in person in spite of personal sorrow ... but few (except those who've read her blog for years) would guess her field of expertise answer here

It's explosives! As in setting them up military style, and setting them off, military style.

. What you presume about people is not all there is!

Oh

Will you be taking a vacation,
visiting Ohio, Toronto, Orlando,
some place ending in Oh.

Evaro's close if you're coming this way; so,

when will I see you.

You know,
the stars know our names,
but refuse to take messages shorter than centuries.

I yearn for their patience.

Next time we meet:
will you still have your hair,
will I be able to hear,
deaf, dumb and blind,
still know your handshake.

Oh, if ever I ever forget your name,
the stars over Buffalo won't shine the same.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.32] 2009-04-10

"I dreamed a dream" is in my head; such a poignant song ... I get weepy at times. How to be weepy and not write a weepy poem is beyond me. So you-all suffer the above. Sometimes ... I wish ... Anyhoo, written for a friend in Buffalo, as if you couldn't guess. It is found in my poetry journal here: "166.32 Oh <G>"  and you may comment there if you like.

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Sunday: Trish called and we went for a walk at Blue Mountain. The buttercups and yellowbells are blooming there too; saw kites flying, bluebirds, dogs and horseapples. Trish wants me to walk everyday so I can keep up with her. Right now I barely move (no energy); sauntering is as good as it gets. I wrote a poem about this that needs to be entered on-line and polished.

Monday: Walked along the river as I talked with my cousin Betty. Walked down to the waterfall still encased with dirty ice. We had a few flakes while I was talking to Jim from Maine (cooler in the mountain's shadow). On the way back: red shafted flicker, starlings and a robin.

Went to class in the evening. We had to make a collage ... and now we are supposed to write a poem using words of only one or two syllables. Thank God for thesauri and the ideanary here.

Montana: 38º at 10:00

tulip johnny-jump-up forsythia chinodoxia grape hyacinth daffodils hyacinth dandelion bluebird tulip yellowbells primrose pansy buttercup scilla

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