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horschtel@pod.geraspora.de

Mit diesem letzten Foto, vom gestrigen Morgen #mdRzA, verabschiede ich mich von diesem Jahr, und wünsche Euch allen eine guten #Rutsch, wir lesen uns morgen, im neuen Jahr wieder - hoffentlich.

With this last photo, from yesterday morning #mdRzA, I say goodbye to this year, and wish you all a happy #slide, we'll read each other again tomorrow, in the new year - hopefully.

Avec cette dernière photo, prise hier matin #mdRzA, je fais mes adieux à cette année, et vous souhaite à tous une bonne #retraite, à demain, dans la nouvelle année - j'espère.

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francoisvillon@societas.online

(Sittin' on) The Bench of the Lake

#archiveorg: https://archive.org/details/101674

I'm sittin' on the bench of the lake
watching the waterfowls awake
let the sun shine on my hat
never still remains the same

I'm just sittin' on the shore
waching the cormorants galore
and the grey heron flying away
this is never wasting time

(inspired by Otis Redding)

#Vögel #Reiher #Bergheim #Niederrhein #ToepperTegge #Rheinhausen #Duisburg #foto #photo #fotografie #photography #slideshow #slide #video #Animals #Birds #Aequornithes #GreyHerons

francoisvillon@societas.online

Frances Fuller Victor - A June Song

San Francisco, Cal., 1896.

O song-birds from the east,
And sea-birds from the west,
And great birds of the shining wing,
That in the northlands nest,
Come, sing to my red, red rose,
And my lilies saintly white,
To my golden poppies sing
Your throatful of delight;
Lilt on the swinging boughs
Of my accacia trees,
And pour your music out upon
The perfume-laden breeze.
Come, songsters of the wood,
And put my heart in tune
To the flowers and the sun
Of this happy land of June.

Cry out, O brave, bright birds
That soar, and swoop and swing
Above the sapphire sea
In a wild wassailing;
Drop down and flick the foam,
As the arrow flies when sped;
Laugh at your startled prey;
And scream to your mates o'erhead;
Be drunken with the joy
Of the sparkling air and brine,
With the glory of the day,
Its shadows and its shine;
With the color and the warmth
Of this June-land by the sea,
That you whirl above in play,
And you scream unto in glee.

Cry, O pilots of the air,
Leading to the lonely meads
By the quiet lakes and cold,
To the land of grass and reeds,
Twixt the northern mountains set
Like a picture in a frame,
In among the headlands bold;
Where the weird northlights flame,
Flashing through the evening sky;
Where the days are still and long,
And the hours are brief that roll—
Filled with murmurs of the song
Sung by cataracts and pines
To the fiercely glowing stars
Swinging round the northern pole—
Back the midnight's ebon bars.

O, winged creatures all,
Of the land or of the sea,
Of the west, or east, or south,
Bird or butterfly or bee,
Or the eagle of the crags,
Breathing of this air divine
Blowing from its maker's mouth,
Quickening the blood like wine,
Sing and cry unto this land,
To this sunland by the sea,
To the sea that bounds this shore
In a summer symphony—
Topaz wave and amber sand—
To this sapphire sea and sky,
To the mountains towering o'er
Vales where shimmering harvests lie;
To this joyous land and free,
To my flowers, and to my heart,
Sing a jocund jubilee—
June is sweet, and life is short.

Songsters of the Wood

#archiveorg: https://archive.org/details/098573
#peertube: https://video.ploud.fr/w/7v2yqZ8zavjveBxHUEo4ub
Music from the MIDI file of 1901 Cuckoo Waltz by Australian composer Thomas Bulch

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