Good morning from a bright and sunny day here in our Florida radio station
Love that golden oldie by Bobby Sanders doing Love Me Tonight, Mr. Creator.
Good to see my long time friend Roger doing Center Fold by J. Jeils
How can you be a good friend?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38Sxy5hrej0
and, y'all, another Billy Joel:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcnd55tLCv8
Now, our poem for today:
Written On A Summer Evening - Poem by John Kea
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
