Thanks for the pictures. The dark clouds reminded me of a poem that I learned as a child in elementary school many moons ago and which I still remember, The Sands O’Dee by Charles Kingsley. I loved this poem because the imagery is so vivid and I recall how as a child I cried for poor Mary. I lived in the Caribbean until I was eighteen and storms and hurricanes were quite frequent. They were both scary and exciting to us. After the rains we could play in the overflooded drains and ponds and jump in the puddles.
I pray that you, your family and the people who are in the path of the storm are not harmed in any way.
The Sands of Dee
1 “O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
2 And call the cattle home,
3 And call the cattle home
4 Across the sands of Dee”;
5 The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
6 And all alone went she.
7 The western tide crept up along the sand,
8 And o’er and o’er the sand,
9 And round and round the sand,
10 As far as eye could see.
11 The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
12 And never home came she.
13 “Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair–
14 A tress of golden hair,
15 A drownèd maiden’s hair
16 Above the nets at sea?
17 Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
18 Among the stakes on Dee.”
19 They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
20 The cruel crawling foam,
21 The cruel hungry foam,
22 To her grave beside the sea:
23 But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home
24 Across the sands of Dee.
Brian,
Thanks for the pictures. The dark clouds reminded me of a poem that I learned as a child in elementary school many moons ago and which I still remember, The Sands O’Dee by Charles Kingsley. I loved this poem because the imagery is so vivid and I recall how as a child I cried for poor Mary. I lived in the Caribbean until I was eighteen and storms and hurricanes were quite frequent. They were both scary and exciting to us. After the rains we could play in the overflooded drains and ponds and jump in the puddles.
I pray that you, your family and the people who are in the path of the storm are not harmed in any way.
The Sands of Dee
1 “O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
2 And call the cattle home,
3 And call the cattle home
4 Across the sands of Dee”;
5 The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
6 And all alone went she.
7 The western tide crept up along the sand,
8 And o’er and o’er the sand,
9 And round and round the sand,
10 As far as eye could see.
11 The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
12 And never home came she.
13 “Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair–
14 A tress of golden hair,
15 A drownèd maiden’s hair
16 Above the nets at sea?
17 Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
18 Among the stakes on Dee.”
19 They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
20 The cruel crawling foam,
21 The cruel hungry foam,
22 To her grave beside the sea:
23 But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home
24 Across the sands of Dee.
Charles Kingsley