FRIDAY 28TH AUGUST

A small child looked at a star and began to weep.
And the star said "Child, why do you weep?"
The child said "You are so far away. I will never be able to touch you."
And the star answered "Child, if I were not already in your heart, you would not be able to see me now." (John Magliola)

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This is the second in a series of six paintings by Joy Shaylor



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Morning, Noon and Night -

early morning dew -
teardrops from the willow
sparkle on the grass

cool summer breezes -
shadows of the windmill blades
scything through the grass

sparkling through the trees
fingers of fading sunlight
dance on the river

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"The Pioneer" by the Australian painter Frederick McCubbin (1855-1917)

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BILLY AND ME by James Hogg (1770-1835)

Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

[James Hogg, poet and author, became known as “The Ettrick Shepherd.” He was born in 1770 on a small farm near Ettrick in Scotland and died in 1835]

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The music here is the popular song The Rose, written and composed by Amanda McBroom, and performed by Gheorghe Zamfir on panpipes.



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I was delighted to learn that John's Quiet Corner had been recommended to stumbleupon.com by a viewer in Philadelphia who wrote "This old man blogger has some really amazing images and poetry selected - and he updates frequently."

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