Foxy

This thread, more than any other, has shone a light of truth into the hearts of many here.

Thank you for the illumination.

Dear David F.,

You asked if you touched me on a soar spot?
David, you always do. Not only me, but I'm
sure many others on OLO. You're an excellent
teacher because you encourage an expansion
of the mind and nourish and keep alive a
sense of wonder, all essential ingredients in
any worthwhile education.

Lloyd Alexander's words:

"Fantasy presents the world as it should be...
sometimes heart breaking but never hopeless ...
if we listen carefully it may tell us what
someday we may be capable of achieving."

Dear Squeers,

Your suggestion is not quite appropriate.
You see, David agreed quite some time ago to be
my adopted Grandfather.

Dear Banjo,

Thank You so much for the beautiful tribute to Jessica
Watson. She truly deserves it.

As Langston Hughes wrote:

"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly."

Dearest Severin,

Thank You, but
I can't claim all the credit for this
thread, you and so many others have
brought it to life by your inputs and
contributions. I'm so grateful to all the
wonderful poems that have appeared. As
Elaine Moss wrote when describing children's
books:

"For a book by itself is nothing - a film
shown in an empty cinema: one can only assess
its value by the light it brings to a child's
eye."

The same goes for any thread - if any of mine
provide enjoyment and satisfaction, then I'm
happy.

I'd like this thread to go on for a while - feels good.

I think I'm gonna puke!

Whose been handing out the disco biscuits?

No You're wonderful!

Oh thank you dearest. But... no you're wonderful!

My spirit is soaring!

Oh look, my book of poems now has a big wet patch on it.

Dear foxy,

I know what you mean by assembling a library at home. I have done my best over the years to do just that - mainly books from secondhand bookshops and new ones as well. In fact there is nothing quite like keeping your eye out for a secondhand book - no matter how long it takes to come to you - and then one day there it is, as if it's been waiting for you to come and find it. That has happened to me with some memorable books like "Walden" by Thoreau and Proust's "Remembrance Of Things Past" and many others as well. I like to have my shelves stuffed full of books, no matter how obscure - you never know when you're going to need one.

Here is some poetic prose from Proust's Combray - Swann's Way - (Remembrance Of Things Past - In Search Of Lost Time)

......no more than a church epitomizing the town, representing it, speaking of it and for it to the horizon, and as one drew near, gathering close about its long, dark cloak, sheltering from the wind, on the open plain, as a shepherdess gathers her sheep, the woolly grey backs of its huddled houses...