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has anybody heard of a poem called MY CROSS by a poet called SHERMAN (all the info I have) My cross is not a relic
Of two thousand years ago
Its a symbol and a comfort
That's with me wherever I go
hope somebody somebody can help me
Of two thousand years ago
Its a symbol and a comfort
That's with me wherever I go
hope somebody somebody can help me
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It's not a question of being 'lofty', just one of accuracy.
I wouldn't call a hole in the ground architecture, just because someone dug it and someone lived in it.
Similarly, I wouldn't call the contents of Hallmark greetings cards poetry just because they have a vague resemblance in rhyme and scansion to poems.
I wouldn't call a hole in the ground architecture, just because someone dug it and someone lived in it.
Similarly, I wouldn't call the contents of Hallmark greetings cards poetry just because they have a vague resemblance in rhyme and scansion to poems.
Hi Nigh here's another poem
the tay the tay - the silvery tay
it flows thro Dundee - every day
( mcGonagall - for it was he )
I mean it is OK to underline - the cross was a fing and now it is a symbol ....
Roland Barthes ( sorry Nigh - he's French) built on that in Myths et Realite - see here in English for non-francophiles
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OK - if it IS poetry
then it is surely the stuff that George II had mind when he said - - - " I dont like boetry and I dont like bainting"
( german see?)
the tay the tay - the silvery tay
it flows thro Dundee - every day
( mcGonagall - for it was he )
I mean it is OK to underline - the cross was a fing and now it is a symbol ....
Roland Barthes ( sorry Nigh - he's French) built on that in Myths et Realite - see here in English for non-francophiles
http://
OK - if it IS poetry
then it is surely the stuff that George II had mind when he said - - - " I dont like boetry and I dont like bainting"
( german see?)
mjandrews: the closest I can get is an American called Eleazer Sherman, an evangelical preacher and writer in the early 1800s. There is a Google book of his ‘narrative’ which would help if you could get a copy.
Abebooks has a copy for about six quid:
https:/
Good luck.
BillB
Abebooks has a copy for about six quid:
https:/
Good luck.
BillB
OUR AB camps shone bright on the internet mountains
That frowned on the river Cross below,
While we stood by our GMEB in the morning
And eagerly watched for the Spammish foe,
When an Ozzy came out of the UK darkness
That hung over the Welshy mountain and Rowab tree,
And shouted, “Boys and Minty, up and be ready!
For Sherman the Boaty will march to the sea.”
Then cheer upon cheer for bold Boaty
Went up from each valley and Douglas glen,
And the Paddy bugles re-echoed the wendi music
That came from the lips of her parrot men;
For we knew that the stars in our AB banner
More bright in their splendour would be,
And that blessings from Alba-land would greet us
When Boaty, aka Sherman, marched down to the sea.
Then forward, boys and gals and minty, forward to the spam battle,
We marched on our wearisome way,
We stormed the wild hills of Pixie and Naomi;
God bless those who gave Queenie advice on that day!
Then maisie, dark in her glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free,
But tony and emmie bore our standards,
And Boaty marched on to the Baldric sea.
Still onward we pressed, till our AB spammers
Swept out from the trollish walls,
And the wrath of the Minty intensified
There's spam in News and it should fall;
Yet we paused not to weep for the fallen,
Who slept by each Alinic river and rowan tree;
We twined them a wreath of lead and Clover laurel
As Boaty marched down to the sea.
Oh! proud was our AB army that morning,
That stood where the tambo pine darkly towers,
When Boaty said: “Boys and Gals, you are weary;
This day fair AB Kettering is ours!”
Then sang we a song for our c(anal) chieftain,
That echoed o’er his river and ducksie sea,
And the stars in our oldgeezer banner shone brighter
At 4.30 am when Boaty marched down to the sea.
That frowned on the river Cross below,
While we stood by our GMEB in the morning
And eagerly watched for the Spammish foe,
When an Ozzy came out of the UK darkness
That hung over the Welshy mountain and Rowab tree,
And shouted, “Boys and Minty, up and be ready!
For Sherman the Boaty will march to the sea.”
Then cheer upon cheer for bold Boaty
Went up from each valley and Douglas glen,
And the Paddy bugles re-echoed the wendi music
That came from the lips of her parrot men;
For we knew that the stars in our AB banner
More bright in their splendour would be,
And that blessings from Alba-land would greet us
When Boaty, aka Sherman, marched down to the sea.
Then forward, boys and gals and minty, forward to the spam battle,
We marched on our wearisome way,
We stormed the wild hills of Pixie and Naomi;
God bless those who gave Queenie advice on that day!
Then maisie, dark in her glory,
Frowned down on the flag of the free,
But tony and emmie bore our standards,
And Boaty marched on to the Baldric sea.
Still onward we pressed, till our AB spammers
Swept out from the trollish walls,
And the wrath of the Minty intensified
There's spam in News and it should fall;
Yet we paused not to weep for the fallen,
Who slept by each Alinic river and rowan tree;
We twined them a wreath of lead and Clover laurel
As Boaty marched down to the sea.
Oh! proud was our AB army that morning,
That stood where the tambo pine darkly towers,
When Boaty said: “Boys and Gals, you are weary;
This day fair AB Kettering is ours!”
Then sang we a song for our c(anal) chieftain,
That echoed o’er his river and ducksie sea,
And the stars in our oldgeezer banner shone brighter
At 4.30 am when Boaty marched down to the sea.
