Shieldwall will host a Dead of Winter party,
As usual with Shieldwall parties, there will be food, music, and fireworks. There will also be a poetry contest on the theme of "Winter," with prizes to be determined.
Come and celebrate. Dress warmly; remember we're up a mountain. (North from Milltown Center, west at the mountain pass, north to the broken Life Monument, east to our garden and Guest House.)
OOC: Tuesday, January 9, 2024, 6:00 pm Eastern time. Please post poetry entries on the DG forum.
"In the bleak mid-winter ..."
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Re: "In the bleak mid-winter ..."
White snow flakes drifting through the breeze
Icy lanes gleam in the rifters light
Nights so crisp the cold seeps into the bone
Tons of socks we gather each year
Everyone always in such good cheer
Relishing in the seasons chilling abode!
Rosaline.
Icy lanes gleam in the rifters light
Nights so crisp the cold seeps into the bone
Tons of socks we gather each year
Everyone always in such good cheer
Relishing in the seasons chilling abode!
Rosaline.
Lavender
Kindness is more important than wisdom, and the recognition of this
is the beginning of wisdom. –Theodore Issac Rubin.
It takes courage to be kind. - Maya Angelou.
Re: "In the bleak mid-winter ..."
Winter
The nights are long
The nights are cold
Freezing the lands and adventurers’ souls
The days are short and cool
In darkest night
Still there is light
A promise that once more this too shall pass
Stars shine down upon us all
Frost jewels plants
Ice coats the lakes
What light there is will sparkle and will shine
Winter has a beauty of its own
A cold chill gathers around us all
From end of summer’s festive fall
‘til the time of warming comes round once again
Summer dies, soon spring again is born
We force our way through sleet and snow
Obstructing where we wish to go
This season seems to turn our home against us
But wait, all will be well
There’s majesty within these turns
Home fires, and our hearts, will burn
Warmth comes from within us, not without
Still we are strong
In every season of these lands
We take strength within our hands
We abide, no matter how our world may appear.
Come, share the nights.
The nights are long
The nights are cold
Freezing the lands and adventurers’ souls
The days are short and cool
In darkest night
Still there is light
A promise that once more this too shall pass
Stars shine down upon us all
Frost jewels plants
Ice coats the lakes
What light there is will sparkle and will shine
Winter has a beauty of its own
A cold chill gathers around us all
From end of summer’s festive fall
‘til the time of warming comes round once again
Summer dies, soon spring again is born
We force our way through sleet and snow
Obstructing where we wish to go
This season seems to turn our home against us
But wait, all will be well
There’s majesty within these turns
Home fires, and our hearts, will burn
Warmth comes from within us, not without
Still we are strong
In every season of these lands
We take strength within our hands
We abide, no matter how our world may appear.
Come, share the nights.
The joke is on the bloke who never spoke a word at all
But whose dreams lay unrevealed 'til they were rotten ...
Lindisfarne 'The Things I Should Have Said'
Re: "In the bleak mid-winter ..."
The warrior's life is full of strife,
A battle that's fought every day.
He faces his fears with all his might,
And never lets his spirit sway.
He knows that life is not a game,
And every step is hard to take.
But he keeps moving forward still,
For his honor and his name's sake.
He fights for what he knows is right,
And never gives up in the fight.
He stands tall and never falls,
For he knows he's a warrior, through it all.
A battle that's fought every day.
He faces his fears with all his might,
And never lets his spirit sway.
He knows that life is not a game,
And every step is hard to take.
But he keeps moving forward still,
For his honor and his name's sake.
He fights for what he knows is right,
And never gives up in the fight.
He stands tall and never falls,
For he knows he's a warrior, through it all.
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