Rowana
Two steps lower than the ships' cat
I can only add my condolences to those expressed by others.
You still have your memories of John, and these are very precious
You still have your memories of John, and these are very precious
Farewell to John
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BlueSkyNick
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Re: The EBBs take care of John
Great obituary Tom, and pics too - what a life story! Glad to see you gave him a good send off.
Great obituary Tom, and pics too - what a life story! Glad to see you gave him a good send off.
ShipsWoofy
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How very sad for all of you, I hope the end was peaceful. What is EBB?
I have a small prose which I have always liked saved on my computer which I find comforting even though I am not religious.
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I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout: "There she comes"
- and that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.
Bishop Brent
1862 - 1926
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I have a small prose which I have always liked saved on my computer which I find comforting even though I am not religious.
____________________________________________________________________
I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout: "There she comes"
- and that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.
Bishop Brent
1862 - 1926
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BlueSkyNick
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EBB are Tome's Emsworth Bad Boys - should maybe renamed as Every Bar Beckons !
your poem was first posted on here about 3 years ago by Brendan, and certainly 'touched' me. Then lo and behold when my mother died last year, she had made a special request for one her friends to read it at her funeral. I will never forget it - thanks for posting it again.
your poem was first posted on here about 3 years ago by Brendan, and certainly 'touched' me. Then lo and behold when my mother died last year, she had made a special request for one her friends to read it at her funeral. I will never forget it - thanks for posting it again.
tome
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Every Bar Beckons !
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Love it Nick! That's going in the logbook next time out
Cheers
Tom
Every Bar Beckons !
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Love it Nick! That's going in the logbook next time out
Cheers
Tom
tome
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Thanks, a lovely poem and although I've seen it once before very appropriate words. I'll print it out and read it when we scatter his ashes (another excuse for a beer) in the spring