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		<title>Poetry and other things</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[general blather]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kid stuff]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Gymnasts are a tough bunch. They work hard to make their sport seem easy. But what you see on their meet days doesn&#8217;t even begin to reflect all the hard work they do in practice. I was reminded about this &#8230; <a href="http://weebugknits.com/2010/02/03/poetry-and-other-things/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gymnasts are a tough bunch.  They work hard to make their sport seem easy.  But what you see on their meet days doesn&#8217;t  even begin to reflect all the hard work they do in practice. </p>
<div id="attachment_504" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://weebugknits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/IMG_5097-1024x768.jpg" alt="" title="IMG_5097" width="450" height="337" class="size-large wp-image-504" /><p class="wp-caption-text">practice at the gym</p></div>
<p>I was reminded about this today when I stopped at the gym and took a few moments to just observe the girls during their strength portion of their work out.  Just watching the seemingly endless repetitions is exhausting.</p>
<div id="attachment_505" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://weebugknits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/IMG_5099-1024x768.jpg" alt="" title="33/365" width="450" height="337" class="size-large wp-image-505" /><p class="wp-caption-text">33/365 Chocolate Dreams</p></div>
<p>This week&#8217;s challenge over at the <a href="http://365project.org/weebug/365">365 project</a> is food and beverages.  At knitting tonight there was a basket of <a href="http://www.theochocolate.com/">Theo chocolate</a> bars.  It took quite a lot of self discipline on my part to avoid indulging myself.  However I suspect nibbling on my the household chocolate stash when I got home was a bit counter productive.</p>
<p>Today is also the silent poetry reading day for bloggers.  I had thought about writing my own poem and while I am perfectly capable of doing so, I found that I am lacking the necessary inspiration at the moment.  So once again, I&#8217;ll share one of my Pop Newkirk&#8217;s poems.</p>
<p><strong>Soul Flight</strong></p>
<p>Seek some pleasant, seaside nook<br />
Where sunshine warms and waves are still,<br />
There, resting with a worthwhile book,<br />
Forget the woes of life which kill.</p>
<p>Upon your ears the soothing rote<br />
Of lapping wavelets on the shore,<br />
Fall into time with lines you quote<br />
From some great poet, gone before.</p>
<p>So pause, with life&#8217;s descending day<br />
And, conscience clear from willful wrong,<br />
Observe the lights and shadows play<br />
To form the pattern for a song.</p>
<p>Out in the sun-blessed afternoon,<br />
Mind entranced by the wild bird&#8217;s tune,<br />
Breathing deep of the rich perfume<br />
Of red June roses, ripe with bloom.</p>
<p>The soul leaps up in ecstasy<br />
To ride the dreams of Destiny<br />
And, soaring far above the grime,<br />
Finds height and reach in space and time.</p>
<p><em>I N Newkirk, II</em></p>
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