Sunday, August 28, 2016


I have been searching for a poem that we would all enjoy and I think I've found it.  I hope you will appreciate it as much as I did.

THE BALLAD OF RUM by Peter Wolveridge

A dog wandered into our garden one day,
A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray.
We never discovered from whence he had come.
But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum.

Now as family members, even dogs must work hard,
Se we put Rum on duty next door in our yard,
Bright eyed and watchful by night and by day,
But not much of a guard dog, I'm sorry to say.

He barked at the cats and he'd bark at a toad,
He barked at the cattle outside on the road,
He barked at the horses - so where did he fail?
You see, Rum liked people, and he just wagged his tail.

He liked the yard labour, an amiable bunch,
They fed our dog tidbits and scraps from their lunch.
Rum wolfed it all down, but to our dismay
He seemed to get fatter with each passing day.

Then one night when Rum was laid at his ease,
A burglar crept in just as quiet as you please.
He saw no alarms, heard no siren howling,
No guard dog for sure, there'd be barking and growling.

But Rum was awake and he'd seen him alright.
Delighted with company at this time of night.
He flew through the yard, his new friend to greet,
And his weight bowled the burglar right off his feet.

The intruder got up and ran off with a wail
And Rum right behind him still wagging his tail.
He departed the yard he'd come into burgle,
Like a champion athlete clearing a hurdle.

But Rum couldn't jump gates, so sadly instead
He picked up the thief's wallet and want back to bed.
Next morning the evidence everyone viewed,
When Rum bought it to us, (just a little bit chewed).

Once given the wallet, the police didn't fail
To capture the burglar and put him in jail.
His confession like wildfire spread through the town,
How a big vicious guard dog had knocked the thief down.

We all howled with laughter when we heard the story,
And Rum was our hero, he was basking in glory.
There's been no attempts since to burgle our yard,
For everyone now knows that Rum is on guard,

Friday, August 26, 2016


The day I posted this it was pouring with rain in Perth and weren't we enjoying it?  Well I was anyway but then I am a winter person.  It reminded me of this song which I've always enjoyed.  Listen now to BJ Thomas singing Raindrops Keep Falling..............

Thursday, August 25, 2016


Lesson #5 in Kings and Queens of England and Scotland.  The stories are becoming longer as we travel through the years so it will probably only be one king to a page from now on.

EDGAR 959-975)  (Eadgar)

Born:  ? 943

Succeeded as King of the English in 959 at the age of about 16 having already been proclaimed King of Mercia in 957.

Younger brother of predecessor Edwy and younger son of King Edmund I.

Married:  1.  Ethelflaed;   2.  Wulfryth;  3.  Elfthryth.

Children:  of Ethelflaed:  EDWARD; of Wulfryth: Eadgyth of Elfthryth: (Elfrida), Eadmund, ETHELRED.

Died:  8 July 975 aged about 32, having reigned for 16 years.   Buried at Glastonbury.

Young Edgar had been in rebellion against his brother and had taken over Mercia at the age of 14, two years before he officially occupied the English throne.  This was an age when some young men could work off their frustration in satisfyingly positive ways.  Edgar was also said to have abducted his second wife from a nunnery and only to have married her after she had served a term as his mistress.  Making some recompense for this affront to the Church, he gave his royal backing to a notable monastic revival in England- he himself founded forty religious houses - which was important for its cultural overtones.  Scholarship and architecture owed much to the new institutions for their blossoming at this period.

Edgar was fortunate in having the energetic advice of no less than three English saints who were living at the time.  They were Dunstan, Archbishop of Canterbury, Oswald, Archbishop of York, and Ethelwold, Bishop of Winchester who were all later canonised - a fact which in itself pays a remarkable tribute to the prestige of Edgar's reign.  Edgar was the last of the strong line of Saxon kings fathered by Alfred, who broadened Alfred's laws and propagated Alfred's culture.

Territorially he extended the sphere of influence of the English throne, hastened the integration of the Danes with the English and stage-managed the publicised recognition of English majesty.  The last was notably achieved at a deliberately delayed coronation service at Bath at Whitsuntide in 973, 14 years after Edgar's accession, where the king was solemnly anointed and crowned to receive the blessing of the future Saints.  In the same year he received the homage of seven Welsh and Scottish kings, in the picturesque public-relations function (or invented non-event) when they were said to have rowed him on the river Dee at Exeter.

St Ethwold and St Dunstan were by this time proclaiming Edgar as "King of the English and of the other people living within Britain".  The combination of the activities of an able young king with three strong-minded prelates who wanted to exalt the office of king for what they saw as the advantage of the Church was very powerful.  It contributed towards the emasculation of a vigorous and meddling aristocracy and did much (through ecclesiastical propaganda) to advance the philosophy of the divine right of approved kings, who were the channel of all God's blessings except the Holy Mass.  It was an English doctrine which was to bear long-term rather than immediate fruit - but it was in writing which could be quoted later.

It never fails to amaze me how young some of these men were when they became king and although many died at quite a young age, they managed to do so much to further the cause of England.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016


These words are just so wise:

Monday, August 22, 2016


This made me smile and hope it does you too.  Keep smiling no matter what the coming week throws at you.

There must be many in the States feeling just like this right now.

Sunday, August 21, 2016


Looking for some fun poems and I thought this one filled the bill.  Everyone who does or has held a job will enjoy this one...I know I did.

I hope you are able to enlarge this and read the words cos they are rather good.

Friday, August 19, 2016


Another forgotten song I found on YouTube was Johnny Horton singing "Comanche".  Brought back memories so I thought it a good one to share with you.  Does anyone remember Johnny Horton and his songs?