Peebles, Scotland. Cuddy River
Iceberg
Maker of Heaven and Earth
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Who can deny God
When the beauty of the earth
And the wonder of life
Give us proof
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From the harshness of Africa
To the gentleness of Britain
And the starkness of the poles
His existence is written
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Images from the top downwards:
http://mutuamatheka.wordpress.com
http://passionateaboutpets.wordpress.com/
http://viewfromtheside.wordpress.com/
©DGA 31 October 2011 04:35
Yesterday I came across an absolutely fantastic blog which I would like to share with you.
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Mutua is an extremely talented photographer of wildlife and has been travelling around Africa taking some stunning photographs which I am sure you will enjoy.
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http://mutuamatheka.wordpress.com
©DGA 30 October 2011 09:49
Sidey’s Weekend Theme 29.10.2011
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Once upon a time…
[Old version]
Chorus:
Oh, no, dont let the rain come down
Oh, no, dont let the rain come down
Oh, no, dont let the rain come down
My roofs got a hole in it and I might drown
Oh yes, my roofs got a hole in it and I might drown.
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There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile
Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile
Had a crooked cat and he had a crooked mouse
They all lived together in a crooked little house.
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Chorus: Repeat above
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Well, this crooked little man and his crooked little smile
Took his crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile
Bought some crooked nails and a crooked bat
Tried to fix his house with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
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Chorus: Repeat above
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Now this crooked little man and his crooked cat and mouse
They all live together in a crooked little house
Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch
Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch.
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Chorus: Repeat above
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BUT…
[New Version]
There was a crooked man
Who had a crooked wife
And they all lived together
And led a crooked life
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Then the little crooked man
And his little crooked wife
Were both put in jail
For the rest of their life
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… and they all they lived (un)happily ever after.
©DGA 30 October 2011 05:19
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Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, the Beatles and others
I knew nothing of my sisters and brothers
Being a music lover in the past
There was a gap in my education
And I skipped a complete generation
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I was living like an outcast in the desert
Without a melody, without a harmony
I became a complete introvert
Missing the compositions of the others
Spending my life submerged in another’s
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There was only one goal for me
To live my marriage in harmony
I kowtowed to the man of the house
Like other members of my generation
Not realising the extent of my deprivation
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©DGA 29 October 2011 17:07
Limpopo Area
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I want to go
To Limpopo
Where the waters flow
And the forests grow;
Land of secrets and legends,
Relics and treasures,
Where wildlife abounds
In protected surrounds
With hopeful immunity
From hunters with impunity;
Home of Modjadji
Mythical Queen of the Rain,
The history and mystery
Of the kingdom and ruins
Of Mapungubwe;
So much to do,
So much to see
In this wild country
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Baobab Tree and Giraffes
Images: http://www.sa-venues.com/north_province.htm
©DGA 28 October 2011 06:50
Note: Rudyard Kipling – The Elephant’s Child: http://www.online-literature.com/poe/165/
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His fingers slipped in sweat
As he strived to contain the threat.
Drops ran down his brow
Restricting most of his view.
He paused to wipe his face
And, consciously braced,
Separated the wires,
Checking them with care,
Swallowing his fear.
Then, eyes shut tight
Closing out the light,
He used his knife
And sliced.
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©DGA 26 October 2011 19:49
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The beat of heat
From the sun
Caresses my skin
Draws out the sweat
Helps me forget
Winters chill
Unquenchable thirst
I need a draught
A refreshing waft
To shoot the breeze
And be able to breathe
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©DGA 26 October 2011 18:25
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A picture of despondency
Such resignation
Poor Jake the Peg
Sits apart, his back hunched
In abject dejection
While the other birds
Scramble and squawk
Over the scattered crumbs
His humble mien
Servile and meek
He waits his turn
When the rest have gone
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Image: http://www.google.co.za/imgres?
©DGA 25 October 2011 22:26
Note: I have nicknamed the one-footed Hadeda that visits morning and evening ‘Jake the Peg’.
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All life was suspended
And the earth stood still
I was encased in a void
Of neither heat nor chill
Breath and blood froze in time
And nothing intruded
In that world of mine
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©DGA 24 October 2011 06:10
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Tears I wept for broken dreams
A dove with broken wings
Raised in captivity
Treated with brutality
No escape for naivety
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Let it be a learning curve
Tis the least that I deserve
Add it to experience
I nurse no grievances
It is of no consequence
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©DGA 22 October 2011 13:22
