As most of you know, I love to write poetry. I also like promote poetry. One of my favourite verse forms is called the "Triolet". It can be likened to a chessboard. 8 lines, 8 beats (syllables) to the line. Then lines are repeated at certain intervals. So much better than a Limerick! Wonderful for writing poems regarding Love and Romance. This is a set of five that I wrote a couple of years ago, themed on the seasons as they used to be. So romantic notions I suppose!! I will publish it one day. THE SEASONS OF YORE Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. We cannot tell what each will bring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. Each one changing everything, They come, and then they disappear. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. Summer's no time for long goodbyes, The clouds are going from the skies. Gardens alive with butterflies, The Sun beats down and gets stronger. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. Blown away by an Autumn breeze, The leaves have fallen from the trees. Without a fuss, no Eulogies, They die, yet never make a sound. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. Clouds in the sky and no Suns glow, The Winter winds bring frost and snow, Rivers are frozen, they can't flow Until Spring sends a warmer day. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. It's welcomed like a special friend, It's such a shame that Spring must end. The many hues all mix and blend, Even when the weather's duller. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. © Ian Ralph Huckin 2002

Ian Thank you for sharing your talent with us !! Particularly poignant for we in the antipodes, as Spring is now in full sweep, and we are hoping for the cloudless days of Summer ! Regards Helen New Zealand -----Original Message----- From: IRHUCKIN@aol.com [mailto:IRHUCKIN@aol.com] Sent: Wednesday, 6 October 2004 4:28 a.m. To: ENG-BANBURY-AREA-L@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [BAN] Books As most of you know, I love to write poetry. I also like promote poetry. One of my favourite verse forms is called the "Triolet". It can be likened to a chessboard. 8 lines, 8 beats (syllables) to the line. Then lines are repeated at certain intervals. So much better than a Limerick! Wonderful for writing poems regarding Love and Romance. This is a set of five that I wrote a couple of years ago, themed on the seasons as they used to be. So romantic notions I suppose!! I will publish it one day. THE SEASONS OF YORE Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. We cannot tell what each will bring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. Each one changing everything, They come, and then they disappear. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring, Blend seamlessly throughout the year. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. Summer's no time for long goodbyes, The clouds are going from the skies. Gardens alive with butterflies, The Sun beats down and gets stronger. The clouds are going from the skies, As days get hotter and longer. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. Blown away by an Autumn breeze, The leaves have fallen from the trees. Without a fuss, no Eulogies, They die, yet never make a sound. The leaves have fallen from the trees. Brown and dry they lay all around. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. Clouds in the sky and no Suns glow, The Winter winds bring frost and snow, Rivers are frozen, they can't flow Until Spring sends a warmer day. The Winter winds bring frost and snow, With the ground as hard as fired clay. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. It's welcomed like a special friend, It's such a shame that Spring must end. The many hues all mix and blend, Even when the weather's duller. It's such a shame that Spring must end, The ground, a blanket of colour. C Ian Ralph Huckin 2002 ============================== Gain access to over two billion names including the new Immigration Collection with an Ancestry.com free trial. Click to learn more. http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=4930&sourceid=1237