Saying good afternoon now with two songs and a poem.
First, the poem:
Alfred Lloyd Tennyson:
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Thanks to Latin George, I learned the difference between fencing and tilting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGQc9AQLBFI
I think most of us know that it's not DON, it's Dun.
Now dear ToTo again:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTQbiNvZqaY
Great having Brooklyn with us as well as France.
From Letty with love to everyone here.