hey @Glisten very proud of you mate. I have to make this quick. Book keeper sent a picture of me in hospital so you and everyone knows I havnt just ignored everyone. Im back in hospital. "Again"
BUT, I'll be FINE.. its just awful painful typing. River Seal the Moderator said the pic might be
triggering. So, you get the idea. Coat of paint and a buff and a few weeks break. Then I be back to
to make sure its painful to know me once again 😊.. You are all such a wonderful family, brothers and sisters carrying each other and teaching me what it is to be a kind human. OH, I fell down a open Hatch into my cellar in the dark. Simple and stupid..
So heres my "gone fishing sign.
THE FISHERMEN.
Give thy thanks, oh rippled pond
That words won't pass me by.
I'll rise to every fly that's cast,
Upon a painted sky.
Words by craft of crafted hands
The brook trouts hungry soul.
Will know to leave a fly who's cost
Is more than it takes whole.
By wilt of dying hand on thy face
May last breath grant to me.
That which well hands failed to grant
And well eyes failed to see..
Shadows cast in shadows lost
Those fish we seek at any cost,
Beware the fountain fool that tossed
A fly upon a pool of frost..
Bonds we forged with fishers wand
My soul I swear to keep.
Return to throne of river stone
Those tears of equal weight we weep.. Poem by
Tonys Moonbase 1
Courtesy Filigree
@SmilingGecko @Jynx @TAB @MDT @Historylover @PeppyPatti @Doldip15 @Emelia8
@Oaktree @Appleblossom @Shaz51 @Lila3 @greenpea @StuF @Former-Member
@ENKELI @Adge @creative_writer meds bit much to list everyone I love, here ,
but,
every casting their lines of hope against a painted sky. tonys..
