Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Posted by John Mumaw on December 5, 2012 at 8:36 PM
Alas, while your intent is to be admired,
I am feeling a bit less than inspired.
Perhaps it is the bright sky
that distracts my eye?
But more likely than not,
it is surely the spots
that cause me to dream
of a lens that needs cleaned.
With great respect for your creativity regardless,
--John
Posted by Morris McClung on December 5, 2012 at 10:21 PM
Ha, ha, ha, excellent, Amigo!
Posted by Stan Rose on December 5, 2012 at 11:50 PM
I feel like im stuck in a Blair Witch movie...
I kind of like it, but in a demented sort of way....
Discussion
7 repliesTears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
I am feeling a bit less than inspired.
Perhaps it is the bright sky
that distracts my eye?
But more likely than not,
it is surely the spots
that cause me to dream
of a lens that needs cleaned.
With great respect for your creativity regardless,
--John
I kind of like it, but in a demented sort of way....
Rub-adub-dub...Thanks for the Grub.
Bart Simpson.