Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the snowy, cold and reflective island of Nantucket! Great! to be with you and yours on this winter like day on this second day of Spring, the irony no? Happy Spring to all of you! echoing a sentiment made long ago by one great singer/songwriter/humanitarian Neil Young stating in that famous song “…Long may you run!” Indeed, this is the Twenty-First Day March, 2016, and it is a Monday the last time Reuters let “me” know; so in honor of this rebirth of what was once dead, or so it seemed, here is a little poem from way, way, way back. From the magical land of England before this nation of America was even a thought. An ode to this gift called LIFE we all share for such a short amount of ‘time’; a poem one may enjoy, or not…
Have a powerful & prosperous week ahead folks!
“O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down through the clear windows of the morning,
turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, which in full choir hails thy approach,
The hills for one another, and the listening Valley’s hear; and our longing eyes turned Up to thy brightest pavilions; issue forth And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills; and let our winds kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath;
scatter thy pearls upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour Thy soft kisses on her bosom;
and put Thy golden crown upon her languished head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.”
“If the doors of perception were cleansed…
everything would appear to man as it is,
(English poet, painter; 1757-1827)
PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M