Poetry

[fullastern]

I don't know if anyone else here likes poetry or writes it. I used to hate poetry at school, felt it was irrelevant but came to appreciate some of it later. My favourite is Robert Frost. I don't like the complicated stuff and think it's not necessary for things to rhyme as long as they sound good. So to start of a new thread I've composed a little poem. (I'm not exactly a great poet by the way). So here it is:-

Ode to Cobh
Oh spire on the sea,
you broke a million hearts
that had to leave,
but warmed a million more
that came to see.

Sweet bells up in the sky,
you thrill the crowds
that come to hear,
and please the very birds
up in the air.

Dear town upon the hill
you climb up to the sky
and seem to never end;
a jewel in the crown
a gemstone for the heart.

[Katy]

Great idea for Poetry thread......I love many of the classics.....some of the modern stuff...ahh!! just not me....

I will post a list of Poets that I have enjoyed reading over the years......Who are your favourites....meanwhile thanks for sharing your poem...nice one....cheers Katy:)

[fullastern]

Hi Katy,

Thans for coming back. As I said my favourite is Robert Frost. Others include Walt Whitman, Wordsworth and Keats. Of the Irish poets I think Padraic Colum was good but maybe it's the memory of school that puts me off Yeats and other Irish giants. I suppose the Lake Isle of Innisfree would be my favourite of those. Some of Patrick Kavanagh's less depressing stuff is good too. Pangur Bán, a simple but lovely poem written by an anonymous 9th century monk about his cat is another favourite. Anyway let's get back to Robert Frost....

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

[shell07]

ive always loved Robert Frosts work. Im studing art in college and recently i incorporated some of his poems into my paintings and prints, really enjoyed doing those pieces.

[Mike]

I used to write a lot of it when I was younger. Actually had them all typed up and bound together, then lost that and the originals when moving house one time. I sometimes try to remember some of them but for the life of me I never can

[shell07]

id love to be able to write poetry. i remember in primary school we'd have to write a poem for our homework and i used to be in tears at the thought of it!!!

Pity about losing ur work Mike...they have to be somewhere! Theres nothing worse then knowing youve put all this effort into something and then losing it :(

[Kieran]

Jasuz Fullastern, You caught me there. Poetry is something i just could never get or take to. Maybe for the same reason you mentioned -the murder machine (education by force) by the Christian/Presentation Brothers, and I never heard of Robert Frost, But that one you gave us there about the woods was fab. I could actually picture the snow in the woods and the cusiosity of his horse etc. I love the wide open spaces myself and always loved the country since childhood. That wee poem brought some of it back. Its nice to know too that there are poets who use simple plain language! What I would give to find young Mikes missing folder, I'm sure there would be some interesting stuff there - a classic poem about Liverpool -FC lol

[Ned Kelly]

The ball of inverness. the village blacksmith, he was there..........
Anywan remember that wan!!! I just lowered the tone sowwwy!:p

[shell07]

Kieran, if you liked the poem that was posted you should seriously look up more of Robert Frosts work, he uses very simple everyday language but he creates very vivid images. i love the poem below..remember studying it in school and at first i thought it was just about someone taking a walk in the woods but really its about the desicions we make in life and which path we decide to travel...love it! enjoy :)

The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[Kieran]

Jesus Shell, that was class. I cant believe that I'm taking to poetry, or that I never heard of Robert Frost! Its true what they say, you never stop learning til they bury you! Well done girl!

[shell07]

Seriously google him and theres 100's of sites on him.....

[Katy]

Cheers Shell, that was one great poem..thanks for posting.....:) I found some short verses by anon poets....in an old folder...:)

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[Katy]

I love this poem by Auden, it was used by Actor John Hannah in the Film 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'


'Funeral Blues'


Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.


Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.


He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week, and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight,my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.


The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.



WH Auden April 1936

[Kieran]

Was WH a man or woman, and have you any idea Katy, who he or she was paying that tribute to?

[Katy]

Hi Kieran.....from my scribbly notes....ahh!! and my eyes..lol

Wystan Hugh Auden born 21st Feb 1907 in Yorkshire England. Died 29th Sept 1973 in Vienna Austria.
Was a guy...see the pic below.
I gather that his original poem was different, and was a mourning poem for a political leader?.
Written for the verse play 'The Ascent of F6' which Auden wrote with a Christopher Isherwood around 1936.

take a peak at the links...not sure if they can shed more light....
http://www.audensociety.org/

Also Book 'Later Auden' biography by Edward Mendelson......not sure if your Library in Town can get it?? cheers Katy

[Kieran]

Thanks Katy, I thought it might a political leader. 1936 was the year the Spanish civil war broke out, where alot of poets and writers went to fight for the republic. George Orwell probably being one of the more famous. He came from the town of Hayes in Middlesex, my mothers home town. He survived the war, and became disallushioned with politics, leading him to write 'Animal Farm'. But he also wrote some good books about the war, including 'Homage to Catalonia'! Auden obviously was writing about him, but who?

[Katy]

Found another poem in my folders, what do you think of this one.....cheers Katy

The poem by Kipling is called 'IF'

(click on pic to enlarge words)

[fullastern]

I wouldn't dare to compare myself to the great poets like Robert Frost but I do enjoy writing the odd poem when the mood takes me. Here's one I wrote last year.

The Graveyard

The wind rustles gently through the trees;
A cluster of leaves glides silently to the ground
Like yellow-brown parchment.
A pair of rooks raucously break the silence

I walk along the leaf covered pathway
To a familiar place, not far
Not a living soul around me
But thousands beneath my feet

Strangers, neighbours, friends
The rich, the famous, the poor, the unknown
Together for eternity
It’s only me that’s here alone

I come to a stone I know quite well,
My ancestors are buried here
I stand in silence for a moment
And contemplate on life

The wind blows up and scatters leaves
And rain begins to fall
The rooks rise up with full alarm
It’s time to leave here now

I turn my back and start to walk
No time to dally here
Winter’s coming soon enough
And I’ll be far away.

[Ned Kelly]

Your a poet and don't know it Fulla, That was beautiful!

[fullastern]

:o
Thanks Ned. I've written a few more but don't want to hog the site. Any other budding poets out there?

[Katy]

Yet another great poem from you fullastern, you just keep posting so the rest of us can enjoy reading...your great poems.
Then when we get brave enough we can give it a try.....cheers Katy:) :)

[fullastern]

Shucks... I'm blushing now.:o

[Kieran]

Was that a local cemetery who were talking about there. I know you told me before that your folks come from Cobh, so I guess its the old Church you were writing about. No way would you get such peace at St. Colmans, and you might find crooks there not rooks! lol

[fullastern]

Afraid not Kieran - it was St. Finbarr's Cemetery in Cork.

[fullastern]

I've caught the first cold of the season today and feel miserable. Maybe it's affecting my head but I have put a muddled poem together. Apologies to Keats and Robbie Burns.....


Ode to the Common Cold

I woke up with a cold today
I feel 90 years old this way
From roasting to freezing
With sniffles and wheezing
It’s autumn again!

I bought me a lemon and packed it with cloves
I had ne’er a dram so I walked down to Cobh
I poured me a drop
The cream of the crop
And knocked it back

Now the cold is still there
But I’m walkin’ on air
No more I feel queasy
‘though still very sneezy
Now where’s the hot water bottle?
:p :eek:

[Katy]

Yet another great one Fullastern.....ahh! to be sure I am the same as you right now....noo!! well at all...think its time for thermals....lol....cheers Katy

[Kieran]

Jazus Fullastern, you should get a cold more often, that was very good. it might have even have made a good advert for a flu drug! -Keep it up lad!

[fullastern]

But the last line in each verse doesn't rhyme and the second verse is out of kilter completely! Have almost lost my voice completely today - thank goodness for internet forums where you can chat without opening your mouth!

[Kieran]

Must be all that singing in the ale-houses of Poland!

[fullastern]

Na zdrowie! (Sláinte!) - Hic.

:rolleyes:

[Katy]

LOL......you lot are truly magic......cheers Katy:) :) :)

[fullastern]

I was in a certain pub some time back and they kept playing that Titanic Song over and over - you know the one with Celine Dion from the film?

Well it was getting on my nerves by the time the CD had gone around for the 3rd time so I decided to rewrite the words to see could I improve it for Celine. Here's what I came up with:-

We're All gonna Die
by Fullastern

I’ve just seen an iceberg
Oh Captain I’m calling!
Turn the ship to starboard and fast.
Don’t you worry Lookout
I’m turning the rudders,
Don’t you know this ship’s made to last?
Near, near, near, were going to hit
Don’t you know that we’re all going to die?

Why’d I pick Titanic
To cross the Atlantic?
Why didn’t I just stay at home?
Now I’m in a pickle
And everyone’s frantic
Damn, I cannot find me a comb
Dear, dear, dear, the tickets were dear
And we’re all gonna die on this ship

Who the hell put an iceberg
In front of our liner?
Has the crew been drinking again?
Captain Smith looks tipsy
His last night in charge here
He’s been on the bottle all night
Drunk, drunk, drunk – as drunk as a skunk
And Titanic is doomed now I fear

We just hit the iceberg
And now we are sinking
Now it’s time to get off this ship.
Where are all the lifeboats?
We haven’t enough dear
Why’d we ever come on this trip?
Drown, drown, drown – were going to drown
If the ice doesn’t get us by then

[Ned Kelly]

Bernard Hill was the cap in da movie, when ya think about it he was yosser hughes in *boys from the blackstuff* Nuff said???

[fullastern]

I didn't know that but now you say it I can see his bearded face now. Sure he wasn't Benny Hill as well?:D

[Kieran]

Or Billy Connolly?

[fullastern]

Well here's another "poem" I wrote for Christmas. Hope it doesn't sound too cynical!

It’s time for Christmas Stuffing again
A time when we cram ourselves with food
Overindulge in all kinds of booze
And buy what we don’t need
When we’re not in the mood

Millions of turkeys will soon have to die
So we can celebrate Christmas in style
Pigs for their ham, cattle for their beef
Cranberries for their oomph
They’re all sacrificed
And we don’t even want them

Presents are bought for those that we care for
When appreciation and love
Is what we really should give them
Gifts for relations we see very rarely
Socks & bath salts will have to suffice
For we must play along with the old Christmas game

Puddings are plumped and flooded with brandy
Cakes they are iced and covered with baubles
Pies they are minced and chocolates are chosen
Cards they are posted
And trees decorated
It’s all just to show how much we’re frustrated

The build up takes weeks, it seems like an age
The last days are torture, the time goes so slow
But most for the women who do all the work
The cooking, preparing and hair out a tearing
Then an orgy of indulgence
And it all starts again

No thanks to St. Stephen, a git of a Saint
He picked a feast day when rest is our need
So more over-eating and drinking like pigs
And the dishes are piling up high by the sink
All are exhausted
From much Christmas Cheer

Waists are expanding like cakes in a tin
Good resolutions are all an illusion
Bills start arriving for the week of excess
Then the January sales add to the woes
Christmas begone!
At least ‘til next year
I’m starting the new one
By going off the beer.

[Ned Kelly]

Too much truth in that poem, Fulla.
I find as I get older I seem not to get involved in the material side of xmas or the religious side for that matter!
But God help the wan who tries to take me turkey away!!!:eek:

[Katy]

LOL.....and no one better try and take his christmas pudding.....ooohhh!!:) ;)

The poems are great....and as Katy is a softy at heart I still love the midnight mass, christmas carols and the christmas decorations....the turkey, christmas krackers and the crazy hats.......magic...
;) the only thing I dont like is that between christmas and new year celebrations aaahh!! Katy gets one year older....so sad......oohh!! how long can a girl stay 49 again......sob, sob.....lol....((((((Hugs))) Katy

[fullastern]

Ah Katy you bring back memories. I was in the school play all of 28 years ago - it was light opera actually - Gilbert & Sullivan's "Trial by Jury" with the memorable lines:-

"You'll soon get used to her looks," said he,
"And a very nice girl you'll find her!
She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk with a light behind her."

Trial By Jury is all about a breach of promise case being brought to court and these were the remarks of the Judge and in true G&S style we (the Jury) had to sing the very last two lines of each stanza. Not one of us had a note of music in our heads. It was hilarious.

[Katy]

(((((Hugs)))))) mega magic....after the holidays I may post one of the pics below....lol.....as my new profile pic.....:) :) cheers and have a great weekend.....blessings Katy;)

[fullastern]

You've been burning the midnight (3am) oil again Katy!

Wishing everyone a peaceful and joyous Christmas and a happy and successful New Year. Got to finish the shopping now. Bracing myself for the throng.:eek:

[Ned Kelly]

love me xmas pud!!!

[Katy]

:) :) lol.....crazy jokes, party hats....oohh!!:) christmas cake........more turkey......oohh!!;)

[Katy]

Calling all budding writers, in and around the site....one book that is a must for giving help, advice and lots of outlets for your work..is the Writers and Artists Yearbook, (see pic below) you can buy it in book stores or via Amazon online...cheers Katy:)

[Kieran]

On the subject of Poetry, Angela and I were present for the launch of 'Breaking the Silence' - Suicide support group in the Rushbrooke Hotel last night. One of the guest speakers was Judge Pattwell. He read out a cracker of a poem called 'Tom'. It was about his uncle who had taken his own life. As I said before, I was never into poetry in the past but that poem had everything and said it all. He also delivered it perfectly and there wasnt a whisper in the hall until he finished -very moving!

[fullastern]

It's a very difficult subject, suicide. I know one or two people whose family members attempted it, some succeeding. It's not like another death where you can sympathise with the person. Those who are left behind are constantly searching and blaming themselves, while those with family members who have survived a suicide are terrified in case they will try again and succeed the next time.

[Ned Kelly]

The majority of suicide attempts are a cry for help!

[Kieran]

The launch the other night had it all, family survivors, mothers, nephews and a son who spoke for the first time after his father took his live 30 before -powerful stuff!

[Katy]

:( Like Ned said, its a cry for help.......Katy

[fullastern]

Well Katy asked for more poetry so I'm going to give all you folks two for the price of one today with two of my poems both written about 18 months ago:-

Bob the Millipede

Bob was just a millipede,
long and hairy, with a hundred legs.
He guarded my basin
and his clutch of eggs.

His wife was Maisie,
a segmented queen,
with legs to die for
so sharp and lean.

I turned the tap on
and pulled the stopper,
with one fell sweep
now Bob’s a cropper

How could I know
his home was there?
I thought he was
a clump of hair.

and the second poem....

My Garden Seat

My garden seat beneath the tree
gives shelter from the sun;
My dog Spot is here with me,
The day is nearly done.

A busy spider sidles down
onto my garden seat;
A many legged tiny clown,
For him an easy feat

Two cheery swallows overhead
Dance beneath the sky.
A beetle in the flowerbed
The ground so very dry.

A butterfly upon the breeze
Flits by without a sound,
Competing with a pair of bees
Upon a flower it’s found.

My garden seat’s a memory now
And I am far away,
But summer’s here again somehow
Just like that distant day

Hope you liked them.

[Kieran]

Your like a fine wine, fulla, getting better with age!

[fullastern]

I was probably fulla wine when I wrote them Kieran (lol).

[Ned Kelly]

Sound stuff, Fulla

[Katy]

:) Nice one Fulla .....lol the first one lol...is Katy with spiders in the bath lol:) magic.....cheers Katy

[Katy]

Calling all Poets in and around Cobh, dont be shy, share a Poem or two on site.

I found out early on this year, that the Cobh Writers Group, dont meet in the Library anymore.......now surely this 'Community Forum' CobhNet....is the perfect place to get your poetry, short stories read by visitors who call by.

Summer - Spring - Winter themes......or maybe a special occasion recently held, then you have memories to share in verse......sometimes a few words say alot........... cheers Katy:)

[Ned Kelly]

Fishermen at Ballyshannon
Netted an infant last night
Along with the salmon.
An illegitimate spawning,

A small one thrown back
To the waters. But I'm sure
As she stood in the shallows
Ducking him tenderly

Till the frozen knobs of her wrists
Were dead as the gravel,
He was a minnow with hooks
Tearing her open.

She waded in under
The sign of the cross.
He was hauled in with the fish.
Now limbo will be

A cold glitter of souls
Through some far briny zone.
Even Christ's palms, unhealed,
Smart and cannot fish there.
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[Kieran]

I must admit Ned, Heaney has a great turn of phrase but I havnt a clue what he was trying to say there. I know it was about a dead drowned baby but he referred to He and She in different places. Did I miss something there? And how much of the story/poem was actually about Limbo, was it religous?

I know Heany has the nobel prize and all that but I can understand Fulla's poems a lot easier. Dont blame the poet here but the reader!

[Ned Kelly]

It was about an aborted baby that was thrown into the sea, the mother she committed suicide in her grief and was in limbo because yer man above took pity on her and decided she would be sent to limbo whilst he decided her faith!
Thats my interpretation of it, but who knows I just liked the poem!
Probably simplistic on my part but hey I never claimed to be intelligent!

[Kieran]

Well you did better than me Ned, but it makes sense that the baby was discarded. Am I correct in saying that Limbo no longer exists in Catholic thinking and teaching or is that percatory?

[Ned Kelly]

Would not have much of a clue K, as much as it was battered into me when I was growin up, limbo I think was where the babys went to if they were'nt baptised and purgatory was the place you went to if ya werent bad nuff to go to hell??? But don't quote me on it!

[Kieran]

Sounds like there is plenty of wriggle room there and an old reference could be very helpful too!

[Ned Kelly]

Don't worry bout it, we're all goin to hell anyways:eek:

[fullastern]

Time to bring this thread back to poetry (of sorts)

The Mystery of the Celtic Tiger
by Fullastern

A tiger that is Celtic?
It must be an illusion
Its presence was reported
There must be some confusion

It could have been a panther
Or might have been a lion
I saw it on a Sunday
But nobody was buyin’

They said it was a miracle
Or could have been a cat
Some suggested ostrich
But no-one’s buying that

George Lee suggested crocodile
But I don’t believe a word
I think it was a unicorn
A chasin’ Charlie Bird

‘tis good for the economy
a stockbroker did say
sitting on his hobby-horse
until the nag did neigh

But then we saw the tiger
A rearing up his head
He roared at us quite awfully
And then he dropped down dead

[Ned Kelly]

Great stuff Fulla, i enjoyed that!

[Katy]

Magic Fulla......nice one:)

[fullastern]

Thanks Ned, Katy - just in case you're wondering who George Lee and Charlie Bird are they are RTE's (national radio and tv) economics correspondent and "special correspondent" who think they know more than anyone else.

[Katy]

:)You must be busy Fulla, no follow up poem......aahh!! take five open a can o beer and get creative.....I wish I could write poems, even a wee funny one.....oohh!!:) cheers Katy

[fullastern]

Just pick up a pen or switch on the computer and try, you can always erase it and try again.

Here's a quickie for you:-

Could Katy write a poem?
I'd have to take a guess
We've all got poems in us
the answer must be yes.

A little poem about apples
Bright green or rosy red
Growing from the blossom
and falling on her head

Or perhaps about her travels
to places far and near
taking pretty photographs
or trying Irish beer

Sure, Katy can write poetry
so can Ned and Kieran
I wonder what's a keepin them
or what could they be fearin' ?

Not exactly going to make the book of Irish poetry, but I prefer the simple poems.

Go on folks, give it a go!

If I can do it anyone can.

[fullastern]

Anyone?

[Ned Kelly]

Not my forte Fulla!

[Katy]

Anyone?

Katys Poem....................:)


An Irish guy named 'Fulla' threw a challenge out one day.

Asking for poems, from his mates, from far away

So I thought..........what will I send him:confused:

A verse or ditty two.


Aaahh!! now this wee lass in a muddle;)
now what will she do.


I could write about his home town.....
so historic and pretty too.

Or mention the Cathedral, now thats one fantastic view.

Then how about the boat trips.....
around the Harbour, deep and blue.

Cobh town in all its glory, yet one more breathtaking view.....

Great Island steeped in history......
with a thousand tales to tell.

As Saint Colmans echoes across the town
and bids us a fine farewell.

We will return, that is for sure......
to your Island lush and green.

For the Craic, and new found Friendships gained
are the best thats ever been

[fullastern]

Well done - see I told you, anyone can write poetry!

Ned, Kieran, anyone else?

[Ned Kelly]

WOW Katy, that was very good!

[shell07]

fair dues to ya Katy, well done!!

[Ned Kelly]

roses are red, violets are blue and i don't have a feckin clue!
I ain't a poet and i know it!

[Katy]

Magic Ned thats one fine start....see Fulla will have us all as poets in no time;)

Can you complete the one below........even a line or two would be great.

:)An Irish lad named Ned.........

Did sail the oceans blue.......





And as for my wee go....lol....no chores done as I tried to finish the lines and try and make them rhyme....cheers Katy:o

[fullastern]

An Irish lad named Ned.........

Did sail the oceans blue.......

He ended up in Oz....

and bought a kangaroo......


lol

[Ned Kelly]

An Irish lad named Ned.........

Did sail the oceans blue.......


He met a gal called Rhonda.......

Who took him over yonder.....

She was an aussie sheila.....

He was a dork from cork....

To be continued when I can get any inspiration from this 51 yr old brain!
Don't hold yer breath!

[fullastern]

Sounds like Ned has been having too much triple X at the barbie!

[Ned Kelly]

Gimme a break... Fulla ... FFS lad!

[fullastern]

or maybe Barbie is two-timing Ken!

[Katy]

Guys.....Guys......:)stick with the poems.....

Try and add to this few lines below:


They sailed across Cobh Harbour....

To start a life anew......

Dreams they had a plenty....




Cyber guinness for all who take part......cheers Katy:)

[Ned Kelly]

... and they all went askew.....

[fullastern]

I tried to write a nice poem to follow on from those opening lines Katy, but I couldn't. What I came up with was dark - but it's the truth:


Coffin Ships

They sailed across Cobh Harbour....

To start a life anew......

Dreams they had a plenty....

Sorrows, quite a few.


Driven from their homeland

by hunger and rapine,

starved in times of plenty,

harried by the Queen.


She appointed Lord Trevelyan,

who locked up all the corn.

He looked down at the starving

and treated them with scorn.


They sailed aboard the Coffin Ships

and headed out to sea,

locked beneath the hatches,

as ships cast off the quay.


Neither food nor water given,

nor straw to make a bed.

It hardly was surprising

to see so many dead.



Even when they landed

they found no promised land

Unwanted and rejected,

their dreams soon turned to sand.

[Katy]

Wow!! Fulla, that is one great poem, yes its a dark one, but life is not happy, blue skies all the time.....I truly love how you have put it together.....magic....cheers Katy

[Katy]

... and they all went askew.....


Aaahh!! Ned, you have a way with words.....its a good start......cheers Katy

[Katy]

Okay Guys a few more lines.....see what you can do....:


Sun setting, casting shadows, over the Harbour...

Will they return at Dawn, ............





Cheers Katy

[fullastern]

I'll pass on that new intro for the moment Katy. Got a busy day today and must give the others a chance. Wouldn't want to get a swelled head with all that praise. Thanks. Might try something on it later though.

[Ned Kelly]

.........the holy ground once more, fine girl ye are Katy!