A Given Day.
A loved Cornish lady would often say
when looking at dawn's mackerel sky
and its wintery sunrise - "A given day
this be an' oh what a gift for we to try
workin' out why this morn serves not
the grey shades today an' be we glad
me fine maid that God's glory forgot
naught to lift our minds from sadness "
Gentle old Rosie would mutter for fun
while blinking her eyes at skewed sky
saying winter "gave us gifts of wonder
hidden but were there for the finding"
Bending to touch a shivering bloom
and breathing it in she saw that God
"be warmin' the coat o' this girt jewel
and note its smile before it be gone."
Wise sayings dear' Rosie left me stay
as reminders to appreciate every day.
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Fay Slimm. (
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this is the golden side of glorious Fay .. and with a delightfully lingering aftertaste of Daphne Du Maurier about it ..
you can beat an egg, but you can't beat a decent mackerel sky now can ya .............. x
You hit the mark with the aftertaste of one of my favourite writers Nev. Rosie was a real Cornish lady however and one who I loved to hear telling of her long-ago memories -- so pleased you liked the read.......x
Good write Fay and a fine Cornish day.
Neville beaten that egg yet?! lol.
Thank you Orchi.
A Given Day, heaven on earth I would say. The venerable Rosie certainly knew her stuff. Sure would love to have known her. This is just lovely dear Fay
Yes indeed Bella - it was considered a given day by the old folk when Winter would suddenly turn into Spring on the Cornwall peninsular - and Rosie was one of my treasured friends who had lived in times when hard was the going but like her generation she looked at life with a prayerful smile and was content ' til her last breath. You I am sure would have loved her too.
Rosie had it absolutely right Fay and you words convey her feelings to the T.
Andy
Thank you Andy - - Rosie was an unforgettable Cornish lady and her sayings will always be important to me.
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