gri_2003_m_46_b01_f04_005
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- 65309552 - kateboyd
- 65310505 - belindarule
- WINNER - 65312523 - SarahtheEntwife
- 65330854 - not-logged-in-f064bcd441589863553f
- 65349799 - PepGiraffe
65309552 - kateboyd
No, there is some more prose to come. I think I ought to add that Greek temples faced East. I expect you know but it is an important allusion. And I hasten to add that only for the purposes of this poem does the poet equate mythology with superstition and both of them with night.A NARRATIVE OF OWLS
A black owl flew
From the sea most blue
To London Town
Where he settled down
In saint James' park
Just before it stopped being dark
A white owl who
Had crossed the sea too
Got there earlier
And was fast asleep
His feathers were curlier
But he wasn't so deep
Another white own
Played about on the way
And when it was day
Had to hide in the owl
Of a monk named Dunch
Who ate him for lunch
A blue own made
The trip by cloud
And was dismayed
To find so little luggage allowed
That he could not bring
A change of wing
A grey owl went to see
The National Gallery
But fell in love with a lion
And wouldn't fly on
He's still there only
He's getting lonely
But one night soon
By the light of the moon
These owls will set
A course for Pett
For East or West
The nest
Is best
And its nearly Soon.
All love
Lawrence
65310505 - belindarule
No, there is some more prose to come. I think I ought to add that Greek temples faced East. I expect you know but it is an important allusion. And I hasten to add that only for the purposes of this poem does the poet equate mythology with superstition and both of them with night.A NARRATIVE OF OWLS
A black owl flew
From the sea most blue
To London Town
Where he settled down
In saint James' park
Just before it stopped being dark
A white owl who
Had crossed the sea too
Got there earlier
And was fast asleep
His feathers were curlier
But he wasn't so deep
Another white owl
Played about on the way
And when it was day
Had to hide in the cowl
Of a monk named Dunch
Who ate him for lunch
A blue owl made
The trip by cloud
And was dismayed
To find so little luggage allowed
That he could not bring
A change of wing
A grey owl went to see
The National Gallery
But fell in love with a lion
And wouldn't fly on
He's still there only
He's getting lonely
By one night soon
By the light of the moon
A course for Pett
For East or West
The nest
Is best
And it's nearly Soon.
All love
Lawrence
WINNER - 65312523 - SarahtheEntwife
No, there is some more prose to come. I think Iought to add that Greek temples faced East. I expect you
know but it is an important allusion. And I hasten to add
that only for the purposes of this poem does the poet equate
mythology with superstition and both of them with night.
A NARRATIVE OF OWLS
A black owl flew
From the sea most blue
To London Town
Where he settled down
in saint James' park
Just before it stopped being dark
A white owl who
Had crossed the sea too
Got there earlier
And was fast asleep
His feathers were curlier
But he wasn't so deep
Another white owl
Played about on the way
And when it was day
Had to hide in the cowl
Of a monk named Dunch
Who ate him for lunch
A blue owl made
The trip by cloud
And was dismayed
To find so little luggage allowed
That he could not bring
A change of wing
A grey owl went to see
The National Gallery
But fell in love with a lion
And wouldn't fly on
He's still there only
He's getting lonely
But one night soon
By the light of the moon
These owls will set
A course for Pett
For East or West
The nest
Is best
And its nearly Soon.
All love
Lawrence
65330854 - not-logged-in-f064bcd441589863553f
No, there is some more prose to come. I think I ought to add that Greek temples faced East. I expect you know but it is an important allusion. And I hasten to add that only for the purposes of this poem does the poet equate mythology with superstition and both of them with night.A NARRATIVE OF OWLS
A black owl flew
From the sea most blue
To London Town
Where he settled down
in saint James' park
Just before it stopped being dark
A white owl who had crossed the sea too
Got there earlier
And was fast asleep
His feathers were curlier
But he wasn't so deep
Another white owl
Played about on the way
And when it was day
Had to hide in the cowl
Of a monk named Dunch
Who ate him for lunch
A blue owl made
The trip by cloud
And was dismayed
To find so little luggage allowed
that he could not bring
A change of wing
A grey owl went to see
The National Gallery
But fell in love with a lion
And wouldn't fly on
He's still there only
He's getting lonely
But one night soon
By the light of the moon
These owls will set
A course for Pett
For East or West
The nest
Is best
And its nearly Soon.
All love
Lawrence
65349799 - PepGiraffe
No, there is some more prose to come. I think I ought to add that Greek temples faced East. I expect you know but it is an important allusion. And I hasten to add that only for the purposes of this poem does the poet equate mythology with superstition and both of them with night.A NARRATIVE OF OWLS
A black owl flew
From the sea most blue
To London Town
Where he settled down
In Saint James' Park
Just before it stopped being dark
A white owl who
Had crossed the sea too
Got there earlier
And was fast asleep
His feathers were curlier
But he wasn't so deep
Another white owl
Played about on the way
And when it was day
Had to hide on the cowl
Of a monk named Dunch
Who ate him for lunch
A blue owl made
The trip by cloud
And was dismayed
To find so little luggage allowed
That he could bring
A change of wing
A grey owl went to see
The National Gallery
But fell in love with a lion
And wouldn't fly on
He's still there only
He's getting lonely
But one night soon
By the light of the moon
These owls will set
A course for Pett
For East or West
The nest
Is best
And it's nearly Soon.
All love, Lawrence