Mervyn Cooke's 'O Derry Boy' smacks of Ireland and the Irish, and of his Irish background, and one feels the blood leaping from his prose. This short childhood in pictures and poems falls neatly, if painfully in two parts.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Book Review by Eric Adler
Mervyn Cooke's 'O Derry Boy' smacks of Ireland and the Irish, and of his Irish background, and one feels the blood leaping from his prose. This short childhood in pictures and poems falls neatly, if painfully in two parts.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Margaret Thatcher 1925 - 2013 RIP
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
Saturday, 11 August 2012
White Fox Lyrics
白狐
(White Fox) by 陈瑞 (Chen Rui)
I am a fox with a thousand years of experience
A thousand years of experience; a thousand years of loneliness
In the depths of the night when people are still, some can hear me crying
Beyond the screen of the lantern's light, some can see me dancing
I am a fox with a thousand years of experience
A thousand years of experience; a thousand years of loneliness
In the depths of the night when people are still, some can hear me crying
Beyond the screen of the lantern's light, some can see me dancing
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Friday, 15 June 2012
Horses by Ted Hughes
I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness
Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Monday, 11 June 2012
Church in the Pub
The local church in your local.
Why not join us for a pub quiz at the Wendover Arms on Tuesday 26th June.
Teams are up to 4 people and entry is £1 per person?
Church in the Pub generally meets every other Wed at 7.45pm to chat about Christian issues in real life. There is a speaker to guide us and last time Sam Mason told us how faith, hope and love overcome hurdles.
Next session on Wed 20th June will be Sarah Mordaunt from the One Can Trust ,who provide food parcels to those, in crisis
Begin using your hands for honest work, and then give generously to others in need.
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