Riddle #3 Rosamond

O, Rosamond so fair

Blessed by God with beauty rare

A mountain’s life doth flow to thee

O, Rosamond, my joy, my glee

Thy long hair flowing down

Until it touch the ground

And longer still it grows

Further still it goes

There so far away from me

Where Sailors wish to marry thee

But in thy hollow I would climb

And there with thee would spend my time.

A Winter's Walk with Sammy

Sammy is one happy dog. Funny how dogs can get into your heart. I suppose that since we’ve been living with them for more than 100,000 years we’ve bread a little of our own humanity into them. It’s not too hard to read them. They quickly pick up on what we want and seem to be able to communicate what they need—usually something like, “I gotta’ eat now.” Or, “Hey, can you get with the program and take me out, I gotta’ pee and poop!”

Sammy is a good dog. She isn’t overly needy and doesn’t tend to constantly beg for attention or fawn all over you. She’s a ton of fun to go on walks with because she gets so excited and she shows you how much she loves you and wants nothing more than to be with you. We’ve had some beautiful snow for walks. I can’t get the sparkle in the morning sunlight on video like what I see in real life, but that’s when a walk with Sammy is the most fun.

I’m giving you an image of Holland, Michigan in the winter. There are some shots of the ice on the pier. In a couple of weeks we will have icebergs out there. It sometimes builds up like hills. The light house at the end of the pier will sometimes have ice piled up to the green ring. The lake never completely freezes over but the ice can go out a ways and I think it is kind of exotic to see. Anyway, the video is a slice of my life for the time being.

Riddles

I published a couple of my riddles on facebook for all my friends there, but for those who don't have FB, I'm putting them here through photobucket. (facebook, youtube and my blog videos are all blocked where I work, but photobucket seems to work.)

I wrote the riddles back in the early 80's when I worked in the sign shop of an art department. I'd post the riddles with an illustration every week and see who got the answer. When I was done with them I sent them to my good friend David Wey who is now a priest in an Orthodox Chruch in Indianapolis.

Anyway, since I've been trying to pick up the guitar, I thought I'd try to put some of the old riddles to music here. I kind of keep this as my journal anyway.