Because by Helen Rhodes
緣因
緣因你愛滿腔衝我而來
牽手引我仰望高空
看見滿天歡樂和希望
緣因你衝我而來
Irish Poet, 1995 Nobel Laureate
十二月的偉克洛
榿樹的餘雨在滴落
樺樹承受日暮餘熙
白蠟樹叫人望而生寒
(一) The Last Rose of Summer
中譯
Lyrics: Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
Music: John Stevenson (1761-1833)
(二) 初見紅楓
涼風颯颯夏疾收
歲月無聲偷換秋
楓葉早沾濃洌味
半樹泛紅醉方休
[ 收到來稿,同日 2013年9月2日見 信報 練乙錚 (’68) 氣短集 (二) 夏日的最後玫瑰 ]
Today is my birthday I’m eighty
I think of my Mom giving me birth a deed mighty
It was at a time of war and sorrow
Everyday Mom said was a day borrowed
There’s the usual jubilation of a new-born to the family
The hardship of bringing me up in scarcity was not a worry
The eighty years of my experience were quite extraordinary
Wars deaths dislocation and change required adjustments many
We lived through threats struggle and hope supported by sheer ingenuity
Under my parents’ protective wings I had luck and freedom plenty
I learned more from practical challenges than schools which was intermittent
My aspiration and achievement carry the Chinese cultural imprints incessant
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From: Anthony Ho, Former G.S.M.
To : All members
There will be a first meeting of scouts to discuss the celebration of the 80th Anniversary of 11th Kowloon Group in Peter’s office, 3622 Victoria Park Ave., Toronto on Thursday, September 05, 2013 at 1830.
Peter Wong and Henry Lam had already signed in.
R.S.V.P. before Monday, September 2, in ‘Leave a comment’. Do sign in even if you cannot attend but are interested in future gatherings.
Layers of books and scrolls mark encounters memorable
This quiet small room beckons ideas and people global
On-line systems enable me to access the world in finger-tips
Reading playing music and chess are delightful acts indeed
Here I listen in quietude to heavenly tunes as clouds fly
Even space limits allow my mind to roam free and wild
This has to do with “do a good turn”, “to do my duty to God”, “Wah Yan Spirit”, and “man for others”…….; all those meaningful “mottos” I learned from WYK and from scouting under 11th Kowloon Group.
In my 2011 photo journal to Guizhou, I mentioned in passing that I met this little girl whom the Rose Society was supporting through high school. Here’s the whole story, brought up to date, that I wish to share with you all.
Dwelling in a serene environment is my habitual liking
Carefree in quietude is enjoyment knowing not days passing
Washed by rain the spider net is clean and bright
Every spring swallows return to their homestead right
I often invite neighbors to share bamboo beauties
Calling my wife to brew cups of tea finest
Calendar dates and clock hours not in my interest sphere
In solitude I sit waiting for the moon to appear