I start my very first blog entry with probably my most favourite piece of poetry....Kubla Kahn - Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves:
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 't would win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Let's crack open a bottle of champers then and celebrate!
Daddy and Will.
Timmy riding down the path at Nanna and Grandad's.
AJ riding the trike at Nanna and Grandad's.
We then walked through Commonwealth Park up over the pedestrian bridge into the city and walked to where Rydges is and then back over another pedestiran bridge back to the lake. We fed the swans and the moor hens. AJ and Timmy were able to hand feed the parents, the cygnets are still a bit wary. They are almost adult size but "peep" like babies rather than "honk" like adults.
I managed to get a page scrapped on Easter. I used a freebie kit by Lisasdesigns called Hop Hop. Thanks Lisa. Fonts were: Papyrus and Script MT Bold. My demo version of PSCS2 has expired and I had to use my really old version of PS. I am now going to try a demo of PSE4 and then make the decison of which one I will get.
