I must warn you that this is probably a boring post for most of you..
Although, I do know that there are some of you out there just like me..
I was going through some old books today..
A favorite past time of mine.. smile..
I must admit that I was sort of tired or perhaps I should say lazy and did not accomplish a whole lot today..
Busy weekends do that to an old gal like me.. grin..
I found something that I have been trying to find for a quite some time..
About 15 years ago we bought two old hand typed books of poetry at an auction in St. Martins..
Some are dated in the 1940s and 50s..
It must have taken a long time to collect and type them up..
Most of the lot are written by
He must have been their favorite..
Now he is one of mine.. smile..
He does not write spiritual poems but they are so old fashioned..
The book is made up of papers which are all different types from parchment to backs of government letters and more..
Recycling at it's best.. grin..
There are several papers coming loose and in one book I read a poem called :
A GIFTED CONVERSATIONALIST..
I loved it but the page was torn and it was not all there..
I tried to find it on the web but could not find it..
And then today when I was reading the second book I found the poem in it also but all in one piece..
To think it was there all the time.. I don't know how I missed it..
Would you like to read it..
Now... I know not everyone loves old poetry but bear with me or just skim down to the bottom.. grin..
Here it is...
A GIFTED CONVERSATIONALIST..
I sing of old Aunt Mary Ann,
My grandmother's eldest sister,
Whenever any talks began
no word important missed her.
If six or eight stood around to chat,
In groups at varying stations
She's carrying on from where she sat
Six running conversations..
That trick I've often seen her do
While visiting at mother's ;
She's talk of bonnets to Aunt Sue
And also hear the others.
She'd say "that bit of poppy bloom
Provides a touch that's cheery".
Then turn and call across the room
"No, that's near Thursday dearie..
To those about she'd appear
Attention to be paying,
But simultaneously she'd hear
What all the rest were saying.
She'd say " I much prefer with lamb
Mint sauce to apple jelly.
Excuse me! You're mistaken, Sam,
His first wife's name was Nellie.
It made no difference, loud or low
Or near or far, no matter,
Aunt Mary Ann was sure to know
The burden of our chatter.
Though now she dwells in happier spheres
Where angels harps are playing,
Somehow I fancy still she hears
Whatever we are saying...
Edgar A. Guest
I think this poem reminds me so much of a favorite aunt of Terry's..
I just loved her and she was a character.. grin..
Aunt Blanche was her name..
Whenever I read this I can still picture her sitting on a chair in a busy room and hearing everything..
She had free advice for anyone who wanted it.. grin..
We miss her..
Well, sweet ladies that is all for tonight..
Kind of boring, I am afraid..
I shall try better next time..
Thank you all for your visit..
On this new blogger set up I can reply to your comments..
So, if you have any questions then check back and I will answer..
Or try my best .. OK?
Welcome to the new followers of the blog, too..
Looking forward to hearing from you all..