Would You Rather (WYR)…part 2

 

 

WYR – live in a world with cherry-flavored snow, OR with Old Spice-scented rain?

 

If you experienced much of either, I would guess you’d get REALLY tired of both. The cherry-flavored snow would most like get pretty sticky as it melted. If you lived in an area with very little snow (like Oroville) it wouldn’t be much of a drive north a bit to get to the cherry snow.

 

 

WYR – receive $200K to forever wear a piano tie to all formal occasions, OR decline the money?

 

NO DUH!!! The tie, of course! Depending on the size of the tie, I guess, but hey…$200K???

 

 

WYR – have skin that doesn’t tan, but rather plaids, OR leave a trail of paprika wherever you go?

 

Again, depending on the plaid. If it was the Jackson clan plaid, I guess I’d go with that. I’m a Jackson. Otherwise, just slather on the sun block and have fun. Trail of paprika?? No.

 

 

WYR – have Dumbledore as your teacher, OR the Hulk as your workout partner?

 

Dumbledore! Always! I’m a proud Hufflepuff with a cat and my patronus is a cat.

 

 

WYR – at work, have a magical, self-refilling coffee mug, OR throwing star business cards?

 

No contest here! Self-refilling coffee mug!! Filled with Caramel Macchiato. And maybe a drop or two of Kahlua…

 

 

WYR – watch as an Olympic event: Quicksand Volleyball, OR Vertical Javelin?

 

Kinda tough choice, but I’m gonna go with Quicksand Volleyball. I think the games would last a bit longer than Vertical Javelin. I would like to see them all scatter when the javelin was thrown, though.

 

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Random Thought:

Grave robbing is just premature archeology

 

 

Overheard On A Salt Marsh

 

 

I came across this poem in a book of poetry that we used in English class in 9^th grade. We didn’t actually use this poem, but of course I read the whole book. I LOVED this poem and had very definite voices in my head for the goblin and the nymph. I wanted to see if there were any audio versions on Youtube, but was rather disappointed. Most were done with the same voice for both characters. The one for the link below was about the best I could find. I’ll post the link below the poem…

 

Overheard On A Saltmarsh (1917) by Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

 

      Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

 

Give them me.

 

      No.

 

Give them me. Give them me.

 

      No.

 

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

      Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

      Hush I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads. I desire them.

      No.

I will howl in a deep lagoon
for your green glass beads,

I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.

      No.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0aFRwMaVJ4

 

Leaves by Sara Teasdale

 

 

Fall/Autumn is a melancholy time of year. Days are getting shorter. There’s a chill in the air. The end of the year feels like it’s approaching so fast. I think it’s also a beautiful time of year. The leaves are going out in a blaze of glory. Sara Teasdale is one of my favorite poets, so I thought I’d share one of her poems.

 

 

 

LEAVES

 

One by one, like leaves from a tree
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night—
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down—
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.

 

Sara Teasdale 1915