Hey Y'all!!!; It's Willie"s Birthday today. I told her I'd be her birthday card this year. All day long, her wish is my command. If it could be done, I'd do it NOW. If it couldn't be done, it might take a little longer. Lol to all of you and Hooroo. Ben
WILLIE'S SONG.......Moderate Waltz......... Ben Gabus 8/28/2012 I awake with two arms that'll hold me... .And two lips you just wouldn't believe And lost in her eyes is the nearest to Heaven. ..I'll ever hope to be. Cho And sometimes I just lie here beside her And thank all the powers that be That with all of the others she might have chosen The woman I'm lovin' chose me I aint much in the ways of a man of this world Just a plain simple guy's what you see but when she tells me she loves me then shows that it's true I'm more than I ever thought I could be Cho And sometimes I just lie here beside her And thank all the powers that be That with all of the others she might have chosen The woman I'm lovin' chose me Benjy
Wish her a belated birthday wish from me. I went to reply last night and the computer shut down as I was typing. Ben you are such a romantic no wonder Eco is buckling at the knees.
Eco and Brian; Actually kids, I'm the one blessed here to have found, at this point in my life, such a wonderful woman who brings out the better part of me. Neither of us has had the occasion to speak harshly to the other in six years of sharing each other's strengths and weaknesses. If everyone could have the kind of relationship we have, There'd truly be Peace on earth. Benjy
This started out to be about Eco, but words seem to have a way with themselves lol. ....................Echos of a memory..............Ben Gabus 8/29/2012 It was but an echo...Of a voice long past and gone From somewhere in the depths of time...A soft and gentle tone It gave me pause to listen...Perhaps to hear once more A voice that gave me comfort in...A time that came before When , as a lad, one friend I had...Through thick and thin he stayed True blue, he never faltered...Our friendship never frayed When I was called and had to leave...He cried to see me go I made a promise by the gate...I said "I'll come back Bo" How could I know that he would go...before I came back home but tonight I heard an echo...of a voice long past and gone I wiped a tear remembering ...what all dog lovers know He's found a world of happiness ...Where all good doggies go.
Hey Ben, are you still fighting over on the Gun Thread? LOL Hope you have recovered from what was getting you down.
Hey Blokes. I'm doing fine. Just been off my feed for a few days. Darn computer's been out of sorts also. I'll give y'all a shout tomorrow. Repairs sorta sneak up on ya. My Nephew is up to visit a while from Louisiana, and we've been cathin' up. All in all 'sbeen pretty hecktic on the home front. Hooroo. Benjy
An uber long Aussie poem, 'Said Hanrahan' by John O'Brien, for our Poet-in-Residence. Hope you feel better soon Ben (even tho I'm not a bloke) "We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, In accents most forlorn, Outside the church, ere Mass began, One frosty Sunday morn. The congregation stood about, Coat-collars to the ears, And talked of stock, and crops, and drought, As it had done for years. "It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke; "Bedad, it's cruke, me lad, For never since the banks went broke Has seasons been so bad." "It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil, With which astute remark He squatted down upon his heel And chewed a piece of bark. And so around the chorus ran "It's keepin' dry, no doubt." "We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." "The crops are done; ye'll have your work To save one bag of grain; From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke They're singin' out for rain. "They're singin' out for rain," he said, "And all the tanks are dry." The congregation scratched its head, And gazed around the sky. "There won't be grass, in any case, Enough to feed an ass; There's not a blade on Casey's place As I came down to Mass." "If rain don't come this month," said Dan, And cleared his throat to speak - "We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If rain don't come this week." A heavy silence seemed to steal On all at this remark; And each man squatted on his heel, And chewed a piece of bark. "We want an inch of rain, we do," O'Neil observed at last; But Croke "maintained" we wanted two To put the danger past. "If we don't get three inches, man, Or four to break this drought, We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." In God's good time down came the rain; And all the afternoon On iron roof and window-pane It drummed a homely tune. And through the night it pattered still, And lightsome, gladsome elves On dripping spout and window-sill Kept talking to themselves. It pelted, pelted all day long, A-singing at its work, Till every heart took up the song Way out to Back-o'-Bourke. And every creek a banker ran, And dams filled overtop; "We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If this rain doesn't stop." And stop it did, in God's good time; And spring came in to fold A mantle o'er the hills sublime Of green and pink and gold. And days went by on dancing feet, With harvest-hopes immense, And laughing eyes beheld the wheat Nid-nodding o'er the fence. And, oh, the smiles on every face, As happy lad and lass Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place Went riding down to Mass. While round the church in clothes genteel Discoursed the men of mark, And each man squatted on his heel, And chewed his piece of bark. "There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man, There will, without a doubt; We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." Around the Boree Log and Other Verses, 1921
Leslie; A foine bit of irony. Sorry about the bloke thing. I'm pretty new at your colloquialisms. Born in Texas, lived up north, I've learned a bastard tongue I say y'all and eat m'grits,,,learned that when I was young Tho I can pack a snowball hard... and ski and skate on ice don't call me Damnyankee or you will pay the price I'm not a trouble maker, and I'll oft step aside Do your thing, I'll do mine...I won't be ruled by pride If I have hurt your feelings ...with words I've spake, well then Spit it out and I will never...call you bloke again. Ben
Haha. Feelings well and truly intact, just an opportune moment to let you know that blokes are guys. Mental Note taken to avoid da**y**kee
I knew that. Just didn't do that' Over here a group consisting of guys and girls are quite oft referred to as guys except in very polite society and then its "Ladies and Gentlemen".
C'mon gu.............gang. we've been through so much together. The plagues, the pox, the wars the peace The conficts, we've each had a piece misunderstandings never ceace just Bung another snag on the barbie Ding-bat, dag or sticky beak Yenta, fool or dumb pip-squeak might seem confusing when we speak so just bung another snag on the barbie I've got your back and you've got mine If one of us seems out of line You won't whinge and I won't whine we'll just bung another snag on the barbie Benly
The "gro-box with the lettuce and the worms I spoke of earlier is doing fine. The lettuce looked a little peeked for a few days, but they've picked up now. I've been neglecting my garden to the point that I'll have to just smother it with about six inches of straw, and work it in come early spring. My Kiwis are the only good-sized crop left, as the birds ate my good bugs and the voles worked their magic with my root crops (made them disappear), and some new worm found my fall cukes that I planted next to a stand of Zinneas. Apparently, the flowers attracted the butterflies and they migrated to the cukes, laid their eggs in the fruit and messed up the whole crop. We had a fair garden through a good part of the summer, though. The heirloom tomatoes were hit by a blight, and though I don't wish to support Monsanto, I have to find a resistant variety for next year.(Do you think, maybe, they invent these diseases so we have to buy their seed?) I wouldn't put it past them. I've been looking for you every morning and walking away from the screen disappointed. Even my old friend Brian has abandoned me. Poor, poor, pitiful me. Alas and alack. Do not ask "For whom the bell tolls" and so on and so forth lol. Benjy
It's spring here Ben. All the Antipodeans (well the sensible ones anyway) are sunning themselves in the garden watching the birds make nests, the bees collect pollen, the butterflies flutter by, and if you listen carefully you can hear the corn getting taller. You won't get much sense out of us for a few months. Then the sun will get relentlessly hot driving us indoors by about 10 am to hide in the shade and check who's on line.
