Mmmmm! It seems I have so many favourite things. A walk down a quiet country road, birds singing, alone with my thoughts. Trudging around a museum, seeing things long gone. Movies. Poetry. Reading novels. Steaming mugs of hot chocolate and McVities Digestive Biscuits on a crisp, winter's evening. Playing with my grandchildren. Dancing. Listening to all kinds of music. Traipsing around art galleries. Finding unique stuff for my house.
A year or so ago, I was reading a book, and the author used a poem as part of a fictional funeral scene. The poem actually made me cry (because I was perpetually homesick for England all the while I was in the U.S.A.)and it made me realize how afraid I was that I might die, on foreign soil, far from home. The poet was
If I should die, think only this of me;
That there is some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, this evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
I write a lot of poetry also, and am in the process of putting some on another of my webpages
In my Junior School years, 1962-1966, I was at George Tomlinson Junior School in Leytonstone in inner city London. Every year, those of us who wished to, were entered through the school into the Stratford Music Festival. This was held once a year and was not only to do with music, it had competitions for poetry reciting as well. I won certificates of merit every year in that section. The local newspaper would report the event, and we would see our name printed in a list.
Ok, that one's for your movie searches - now here's the one for your CD searches.
Have fun!