By the lack of decency... proof that definately not all pot smokers are cool and whatever... People usin this site to burn other people etc... for example i will probably be xburned by somebody ( prob new) after i submit this thread.. Ill be takin a lil hiatus from this place for a while! All the ppl i know are gone nearly now.... p.s my fave poem

Patrick Kavanagh

In Memory Of My Mother

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday--
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle--'
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life--
And I see us meeting at the end of a town

On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us -- eternally.
tir na nog Reviewed by tir na nog on . DisIllusioned By the lack of decency... proof that definately not all pot smokers are cool and whatever... People usin this site to burn other people etc... for example i will probably be xburned by somebody ( prob new) after i submit this thread.. Ill be takin a lil hiatus from this place for a while! All the ppl i know are gone nearly now.... p.s my fave poem Patrick Kavanagh In Memory Of My Mother I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down a Rating: 5