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Wednesday, 16 November 2011

November!

Typical of a day off, dull, gloomy and misty so at this time of year, I think that Thomas Hood's poem is very apt. Tomorrow, when i'm back at work, the weather is forecast to improve!

November
by Thomas Hood
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--

No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--

No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!

No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!

2 comments:

Mike Attwood said...

Blimey! You are in a bad way Kevin

Kevin Groocock said...

Thanks Mike! You know me well!!