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Home is the Sailor...

Requiem

UNDER the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.

As I started to type those words in the title, I realized I didn't know the rest of the poem. I took a short detour to Google, to see what I could find. I didn't know that the verses are part of a Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

It's wonderful to have a new computer with so much memory that I can surf! On the old computer, there isn't enough memory for AOL and large websites to co-exist. Had I looked for this reference on Gladys (the old computer), AOL would have booted me not only out of the search engine but off line entirely. As my English and Scottish friends would say, I'm CHUFFED about the new computer!

So, this past week has been spent getting to know the new computer, and the new fax/scanner/copier/printer. I can't say I know them terribly well, but I've learned things all through the day, every day for the last week. I expect those waffles to be waiting for me tomorrow morning!

Its nice to have found my way back. I have a lot of blogs to read, to catch up with my friends in the blogging world. I hope you've all had a good week.

Comments (2)

...yeah "chuffed", there's a word I use a lot :^)...

Alice:

As a child, when I would call from the front door "I'm home", my father would reply "Home is the sailor".
I am composing an elegy for him and thought I would plug in that saying and voila - I found a requiem! Amazing!

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