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Another Glass Of Wine My Dear   Leave a comment

Another Glass Of Wine My Dear (April 5, 2007) — Image by kenne

Have Some Medeira, M’dear

She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps,
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar and the lamps:
Have some madeira, m’dear.
You really have nothing to fear.
I’m not trying to tempt you, that wouldn’t be right,
You shouldn’t drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really much nicer than beer.
I don’t care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can well do without…
It’s simply a case of chacun a son gout
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her standards by raising her glass,
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly refilled it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m’dear,
I’ve got a small cask of it here.
And once it’s been opened, you know it won’t keep.
Do finish it up.
It will help you to sleep.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really an excellent year.
Now if it were gin, you’d be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess..
Besides it’s inclined to affect me prowess,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath,
“Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!”
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,
Crash!
Tinkle! it fell to the floor;
When he asked,
“What in Heaven?”
She made no reply,
Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
The words seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she woke in her bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head…
And a beard in her lug ‘ole that tickled and said:
Have some madeira, m’dear!

Flanders and Swann




Mountain Shadows   Leave a comment

Mountain Shadows (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne

“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”

— Susan Sontag

Bear Canyon   Leave a comment

Bear Canyon — Image by kenne

Bear Canyon trail 
a scenic hike
to seven falls
a favorite spring
hiking destination.

— kenne

Ocotillos Show Signs Of Spring   Leave a comment

Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) Blossom in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Very little rain in Sabino Canyon hasn’t stopped the cycles of life from taking place.
Most of the year, Ocotillos look like a bunch of gray sticks. But in the spring, are during the
summer monsoon season, the sticks leaf out. However, the red flame blossoms
only happen in the spring.

Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) Leaves — Image by kenne

Fouquieria splendens is a plant indigenous to the Sonoran Desert in the Southwestern United States
and northern Mexico. While semi-succulent and a desert plant, Ocotillo is more closely related to tea
and blueberries than cactuses. Source: Wikipedia

The Moments That Count   Leave a comment

Image by kenne

The Moments That Count!

Keep Pushing Against All Odds   Leave a comment

Image by kenne

Keep Pushing Against All Odds.

— kenne

Sandhill Cranes At Whitewater Drew   1 comment

Sandhill Cranes At Whitewater Drew In Southeast Arizona — Images by kenne
(Click On An Image To See In A Slideshow Format)

Do We Really Need The Wall?   Leave a comment

Nogales, Arizona — Image by kenne

The great walls of the world are now no more than tourist attractions.

Ask yourself why?

Posted January 12, 2021 by kenneturner in Information, Photography

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Who Killed Cock Robin?   Leave a comment

American Robin — Image by kenne

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?
I, said the Magpie,
with my little teeny eye,
I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?
I, said the Duck,
it was just my luck,
I caught his blood.

Who’ll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I’ll make the shroud.

Who’ll dig his grave?
I, said the pheasant,
it wasn’t very pleasant,
I’ll dig his grave.

Who’ll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I’ll be the parson.

Who’ll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it’s not in the dark,
I’ll be the clerk.

Who’ll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I’ll fetch it in a minute,
I’ll carry the link.

Who’ll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I’ll be chief mourner.

Who’ll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
if it’s not through the night,
I’ll carry the coffin.

Who’ll bear the pall?
I, said the Crow,
with the cock and the bow,
I’ll bear the pall.

Who’ll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I’ll sing a psalm.

Who’ll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
because I can pull,
I’ll toll the bell.

All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.

—  English Nursery Rhyme

Female Cardinal   2 comments

Female Cardinal — Image by kenne

Canyonlands National Park In B&W   Leave a comment

Canyonland-72Canyonlands National Park — Image by kenne

“We cannot entrust the management of our lives
to kings, priests, politicians, county commissioners.”

— from A Voice Crying In The Wilderness by Edward Abbey

Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon   2 comments

Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Sabino black prince
Perches high so to be seen
Singing to be heard.

— kenne

December Full Moon with Effects   1 comment

December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne

My soul’s shadow
raps around the moon.

My heart is resting
in a bed of dreams.

My eyes open wide
just before dawn.

— kenne

A Fleabane Winter   Leave a comment

Arizona Fleabane Wildflower — Image by kenne

The Bluebird of Happiness   Leave a comment

Western Bluebird — Image by kenne

The beggar man and the mighty king are only diff’rent in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before it is too late, so

Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.

— from The Bluebird of Happiness by  Edward Heyman

 

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