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- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Farewell Song to Blogland

Cold Day in July.

The moon is full and my heart is feeling empty
All night long this island's pleaded and cried
I always said the day that I'd leave Blogland
Would be a cold day in July.

My bags are packed and not a word is spoken
Yorkie said everything when he said goodbye yesterday.
Time moves so slow and promises get broken
On this hot morning in May

Sun's coming up, coming up fast back on my beach
Seagulls shout as they're flying up to play
Head in my hands, standing on the deck in my bare feet
Watching Blogland jungle drift away.

I said I would stay forever
I said my love would never die
It looks like the tropics and it feels like sunny weather
But it's a cold day in July.

Oh sun's coming up, shining gold on the sands of my beach
Seagulls cry as they're flying out to sea
Head in my hands, here I am standing in my bare feet
Watching you drift away
Watching you walk away.

Now the moon is full and my arms are full of suitcases
All night long I've flown in this bird and cried.
I always said that the day that I would leave you
Would be a cold day in July

Oh yeah it feels like a freezing cold day in July.

Apologies to the Dixie Chicks.


  1. oh I can hear YP crying from my little welsh cottage!

  2. You don't know what cold is! It's not got into double figures here since I got back even on the very sunny days. And it's only a month to the longest day and midsummer!

  3. The sound of his wailing will never leave me John. (Who's 'emotional' now?)

    Sorry to hear that GB. Gorgeous weather here. You went back up there too soon!

    1. I'd have been an overstayer if I'd been there another few days without renewing my permit. Had to get back to the garden here anyway.

    2. Yes, I guessed as much Geeb. Do you use wooly gloves with the fingers cut out, in the garden?

    3. Now there's a blog post. I don't but I do have a pair my grandmother knitted for me when I used to cycle to school! Bet you haven't got a pair that old! Come to think of it you'd still be pre-school then! There's a thought.

  4. Erm, as ever I'm being a bit slow here. Are you stopping your blog? I'd be very sorry to hear that...

    1. Oh no Emily... Not stopping my blog. It's an imaginary island place - a long story. Go here for an explanation:
      Or Here:

      Oh and thank you for being sorry! :-)

  5. A great poem (or song) and I'm glad you are not really stopping your blog since I have only just discovered it.!

  6. Came here to ask same question as EB - relieved to see yoru answer :)

  7. Jenny - That's nice! Welcome to TLVD!

    Fi. I think I will stop blogging when my fingers don't move any more.

  8. Replies
    1. Well, thank you Robert. Praise indeed.

  9. phew what a relief!

    1. Val, you are a sweetheart.

  10. I have this wonderful image of YP wiping a tear from the corner of his eye as he watches the sails of your boat billow in the wind and you sillouetted by the setting sun waving farewell with a white handkerchief. It should be set to music.

    1. SP. You have it exactly. I'm imagining a mix of a slightly country slide guitar with the odd skipped beat of syncopated blues, and perhaps a subtle background of Thai ceremonial drum and double reed pipe.

  11. My, the blogs are incomprehensible this morning! I too thought you were ending your blog, but I'm glad to see you're not!

    Love the poem/song, anyway. :)

    1. Ah, all these lovely followers coming out of the woodwork! Still your heart Jay. :-)

  12. Oh farewell to you my Nancy...ten thousand times adieu!

    1. I searched for this YP. What a lovely song!

  13. Um, Robert, neither of your 'this's goes anywhere... :-(