Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sail Away


Rob is off on the canal to sail the summer through.
It seems to him to be the only sensible thing to do.
His boat is cocooned for winter, but, come the first hint of Spring,
He's off on the canal again and 'doing his own thing'.
And are his journeys short or long, is the weather wet or dry?
It matters not as Rob drifts on 'the quiet waters by.'
He stops when he feels like stopping; he goes when his heart cries 'Go!'
The birds above are singing and the pace of life is slow.
The skies above may threaten or blaze with burnished blue;
If England wasn't so far, Rob, I'd sail away with you.


The Council of the Royal Academy
Selecting Pictures for the Exhibition
By Sir Francis Grant
19th century


A mouthful of a title.
But simply a picture
Of men
Choosing pictures!
Not a woman in sight!
It seemed normal
At the time.
After all,
What would a woman know about
What would a woman know about
The important things in life?
In any case,
She would be too busy.
A child in the womb,
A child in her arms,
A child at her skirts,
Two or three playing on the floor.
Of course,
There were always Nannies.
But they had to be supervised,
Along with
The Cook,
The Parlour-maid,
And the little 'Tweeny'.
"That is quite enough responsibility
For the Little Woman.
But Art?
Surely you jest!
Only we are able to discern the difference
Good Art
And Bad!
Because we wear suits."


eileeninmd said...

Wonderful poem and great capture of the canal boat. Have a great week!

Kay L. Davies said...

Loved the men in suits doing their bit for art, Brenda. Very funny!
And oh, the canal boat. My best friend and her husband are in the process of moving to England to spend their retirement in a canal boat. Full time! I can't imagine the winters, but they've both lived on the water before, and live now on an island off the coast of British Columbia where it is always wet and drippy, so I'll just have to hope they'll be equally warm and safe in England.
-- K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
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