> In message <7mie5qF3hi5r...@mid.individual.net>, Bobbie > <noplacelikeh...@myhoose.net> writes >>For a poem.
>>The Aim was Song
>> Before man came to blow it right >>The wind once blew itself untaught, >>And did its loudest day and night >>In any rough place where it caught.
>>Man came to tell it what was wrong: >>I hadn't found the place to blow; >>It blew too hard--the aim was song. >>And listen--how it ought to go!
>>He took a little in his mouth, >>And held it long enough for north >>To be converted into south, >>And then by measure blew it forth.
>>By measure. It was word and note, >>The wind the wind had meant to be-- >>A little through the lips and throat. >>The aim was song--the wind could see.
>>~ Robert Lee Frost ~
>>Bobbie, from a mild, almost balmy but blustery Dorset.
> It's been blustery here. I hope it is a windy day next time I do the > walk which takes in the Singing, Ringing Tree.
That's neat! I hadn't seen it before. It reminds me of Singing Wires I strung up as a boy. I stretched wires tightly between two immoveable objects that were subject to the wind. Different tensions produced different tones.
>"Gordon H" <Gordon_N...@g3snx.demon.co.uk.invalid> wrote in message >news:Vzq8BhG5SCBLFw+w@g3snx.demon.co.uk... >> In message <7mie5qF3hi5r...@mid.individual.net>, Bobbie >> <noplacelikeh...@myhoose.net> writes >>>For a poem.
>>>The Aim was Song
>>> Before man came to blow it right >>>The wind once blew itself untaught, >>>And did its loudest day and night >>>In any rough place where it caught.
>>>Man came to tell it what was wrong: >>>I hadn't found the place to blow; >>>It blew too hard--the aim was song. >>>And listen--how it ought to go!
>>>He took a little in his mouth, >>>And held it long enough for north >>>To be converted into south, >>>And then by measure blew it forth.
>>>By measure. It was word and note, >>>The wind the wind had meant to be-- >>>A little through the lips and throat. >>>The aim was song--the wind could see.
>>>~ Robert Lee Frost ~
>>>Bobbie, from a mild, almost balmy but blustery Dorset.
>> It's been blustery here. I hope it is a windy day next time I do the >> walk which takes in the Singing, Ringing Tree.
>That's neat! I hadn't seen it before. It reminds me of Singing Wires I >strung up as a boy. I stretched wires tightly between two immoveable >objects that were subject to the wind. Different tensions produced >different tones.
That would do it, just as telegraph lines hum in teh wind...
I first saw this tree on a walk which Jean planned for us. I was miffed to find out she had repeated the walk since on a windy day with somebody else, but that's my intention. Maybe I'll take Mavis, it's a pleasant moorland walk, with plenty of industrial and farming history in the area. -- Gordon H Remove "invalid" to reply
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