‘YOUTH’s a stuff will not endure’
You will find the Bard declare,
Yet can one be truly sure
Yielding to what he’s said there?
Young in spirit, mind and heart,
Yesterdays one may retain;
Years that pass should play no part
Youthful energy to drain.
From a young age, the poetic simplicity of the second verse of the song below latched onto my mind like a kitten on a cushion when you try to lift it off. I love it, even if (as I state above) I don’t agree with the conclusion!
O Mistress Mine Where are you Roaming?
By William Shakespeare (Twelfth Night)
O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love, ’tis not hereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What’s to come, is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
Floating things are a passion with me. Rowboats, canoes, paddle-skis, motor boats, and all variations on that theme. My greatest thrill, however, comes from something propelled by sails. Whether racing or simply messing about, I love the whole experience of letting the wind take one on a journey, be it a trip on a tiny dam or lake, or an excursion out to sea. I believe that yacht racing is one of the most absorbing sports there is. It calls for a great deal more physical effort and exercise than a spectator would believe, and the constant calculations required for wind and tide and sail settings and trim and rules and tactics leave no space whatsoever for any worries one might have. It flushes out and refreshes the mind.
YACHTING is a thing I love,
Yawl, or sloop, or ketch, or cutter?
Yes to all of the above,
Yearnings for a sail are utter!
© Colonialist April 2012 (WordPress/Letterdash)