Tag: Gill McGrath

pass by sweet rosemary…

pass by sweet rosemary
the running cabbages
the beans with strings
keep to the path
you’ll find a field
a secret garden filled
with dancing poppies
but take care….

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….not far from the path
there are some sleepy fluffy flying things

Gill McGrath© June 18 afternoon. a family of sparrows flew the nest today

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‘Take your boots’ she said …

Take your boots
…. and walk where
the shadows define the step downhill
which show the way to
the winding river
take a quick glance back
towards  the top of the ridge
(and wave to me)
before you walk
with care
by the water’s edge….
[ GM© June 17]
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Gill McGrath© June 17 2015

(words are more or less what Great Granny said)
[tracing©][color me in©]

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once upon a time. the romantic face of coal….

This gem of an interview contains a surprisingly beautiful description of harsh times in Wales (UK) described by miner’s son Richard Burton [Dick Cavett Show 1980]

Richard Burton reading (the stuff of dreams)…..from ‘The Tempest’ by Shakespeare

Richard Burton [first voice] reading Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas – Welsh poet, born in Swansea.
Under Milk Wood

Richard Burton was born Richard Walter Jenkins in the village of Pontrhydyfen, Neath Port Talbot, Wales. He grew up in a working class, Welsh-speaking household, the 12th of 13 children. His mother died in childbirth when Richard was two. His father (also named Richard Walter Jenkins) was a short, robust coal miner, a “twelve-pints-a-day man” who sometimes went off on drinking and gambling sprees for weeks. Burton,who was brought up by an older sister claimed that “He looked very much like me … That is, he was pockmarked, devious, and smiled a great deal when he was in trouble. He was, also, a man of extraordinary eloquence, tremendous passion, great violence.”

more: Wikipedia

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so that was Sunday (not much sun!)

for some today
it was all about finding
a place to sit
in pink
and grey
a bit to eat
and smelling something quite delicious…

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Gill McGrath© diary June 14 Sunday. description.

ps -. any sun caught by camera in any of these shots, is about all the sun there was!

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