Hi Margaret,
I love this!
I could tell the tale of a funeral party solemly pacing to a graveyard and
two characters sidling away from them with ferrets heads poking out of their
overcoats. The gravedigger hissed that they were paid by the parks
department to bring the ferrets in and keep the rabbits out! But that's by
the bye...
I do wonder a little about the turnip watch in this poem! There's another
story I know about some other creature that's close to the ground who has a
big watch -- I can remember Grace Slick singing about him, says the sleepy
doormouse!
So any chance of not having a watch in this poem?
Bob
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>Subject: New sub:Shedding a little light on light
>Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2006 02:47:40 +0100
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>Shedding a little light on
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>'To explain its full nature', the ferret says,
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>'would require a more brilliant tongue
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>than mine, but I can provide a few pointers,
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>if someone will stow my mice away for me.
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>I stuffed them with chestnuts and chives,
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>so I don't want to lose them. Rodents
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>have a habit of disappearing round here.
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>Take that as a starter--while light is, mice
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>do not vanish mysteriously if you keep
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>your eyes on them. Light comes
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>which flowers in trees when the sky forks.
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>Light strikes our eyes and shows us what
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>is what and where is what. That is useful.
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>Now, you may ask me: how did light
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>get into the sun, but does it matter?
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>I suspect it was a great ferret in the past,
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>a hero of our race, but I have no proof.
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>Light is good and beautiful, and I approve.'
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>He removes his spectacles, and checks
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>his turnip watch. Tucking a furry roulade
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>snugly under each arm, he toddles out
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>into the tooting street, humming an air
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>from L' Arlésienne, greeting old friends.
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>(M.A.Griffiths)
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