Archive for July, 2010

Last Poems by A. E. Housman

My Grandfather re-sited this to me once. So amazing.

Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
The land and not the sea,
And leave the soldiers at their drill,
And all about the idle hill
Shepherd your sheep with me.

Oh stay with company and mirth
And daylight and the air;
Too full already is the grave
Of fellows that were good and brave
And died because they were.

A Good Song Out of No Where

Today I was sitting in my car searching the radio channels trying to escape
Nickel Back and I came across a station (97.1) which usually is never
there but stuck on top of the blu water bridge came in nice and clear.

The station plays classical music and the song that played, while I
don’t know the name (shame) was beautiful and I recognized it right

It was the same genre of music my grandfather would be playing when I
got home from school as a kid and as I got older, burned to an mp3 cd
when he and I traveled to Europe.

Imagine, driving through the coast in the south of france, up on a cliff,
this beautiful music playing over my beautiful back drop while
Grandad, smitten with glee to be a passenger taking it all in.

It brought me to a deep state of peace. I miss that old man. Scotch tonight,