By: Blonde Two
There can be few lines of poetry as lovely as these by WB Yeates.
“But I, being poor have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
I have always wished to be light-of-foot and deft-of-motion; but am definitely more elephant stomp than twinkle toes. My balance is hopeless too; as witnessed by the physiotherapist who dealt with me after I broke my ankle. “I can see why you fell over!” was her comment as I failed completely to bounce on a minuscule trampoline (the big dic jury, by the way, appears to be out on the spelling of mini/minuscule).
I blame my stepping-stone phobia on the balance thing but am determined that I am going to do my best to face my fears (sometime during the next decade). I started this week by a trot around the boulders at Dartmeet.
Look at the picture below. Read the body language, see how relaxed and at ease with my environment I am. Notice the lack of tension in my back and my completely unclenched fists (they weren’t the only part of me that was clenched!)
You will be pleased to know that I found my way safely back to the river bank, it was at least a metre!
How very strange. Just a few days ago on a local walk I came across an interesting lady who owned a field which contained what she said was the largest oak tree in our area giving it a preservation order status. The lady manages the field as a hobby on a conservation basis. She let me enter the field to go and look at the oak tree, and here is a photo of the gate with your poem followed by a photo of the oak.
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/c45cjvd0k1u3nxz/AAAD9929nOQ8knPJE76XgK4Fa?dl=0
That is very strange – one of life’s odd coincidences. It is a beautiful poem and that looks like a beautiful tree.
Poles, poles!
Sweet over hummocks and holes
O’er rivers and mud
Through lake and flood
O lean on those two trusty poles.
Wales, Wales,
etc.
Excellent! I leaned on them a fair bit today!