"Some one is watching and waiting there"
Oct. 8th, 2006 08:15 amFirst, a meme:
Now, back to the countdown! According to the Edmonton Journal, the third scariest poem is "The Little Green Orchard" by Walter de la Mare (1873-1956):
Some one is always sitting there,
In the little green orchard;
Even when the sun is high
In noon's unclouded sky,
And faintly droning goes
The bee from rose to rose,
Some one in shadow is sitting there
In the little green orchard.
Yes, when the twilight's falling softly
In the little green orchard;
When the grey dew distills
And every flower-cup fills;
When the last blackbird says,
'What -- what!' and goes her way -- ssh!
I have heard voices calling softly
In the little green orchard.
Not that I am afraid of being there,
In the little green orchard;
Why, when the moon's been bright,
Shedding her lonesome light,
And moths like ghosties come,
And the horned snail leaves home:
I've sat there, whispering and listening there,
In the little green orchard.
Only it's strange to be feeling there,
In the little green orchard;
Whether you paint or draw,
Dig, hammer, chop or saw;
When you are most alone,
All but the silence gone...
Some one is watching and waiting there,
In the little green orchard.
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Now, back to the countdown! According to the Edmonton Journal, the third scariest poem is "The Little Green Orchard" by Walter de la Mare (1873-1956):
Some one is always sitting there,
In the little green orchard;
Even when the sun is high
In noon's unclouded sky,
And faintly droning goes
The bee from rose to rose,
Some one in shadow is sitting there
In the little green orchard.
Yes, when the twilight's falling softly
In the little green orchard;
When the grey dew distills
And every flower-cup fills;
When the last blackbird says,
'What -- what!' and goes her way -- ssh!
I have heard voices calling softly
In the little green orchard.
Not that I am afraid of being there,
In the little green orchard;
Why, when the moon's been bright,
Shedding her lonesome light,
And moths like ghosties come,
And the horned snail leaves home:
I've sat there, whispering and listening there,
In the little green orchard.
Only it's strange to be feeling there,
In the little green orchard;
Whether you paint or draw,
Dig, hammer, chop or saw;
When you are most alone,
All but the silence gone...
Some one is watching and waiting there,
In the little green orchard.

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Date: 2006-10-08 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-08 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-25 01:08 pm (UTC)They are seriously brightening up each day. :)
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Date: 2006-10-08 08:09 pm (UTC)All but the silence gone...
Some one is watching and waiting there,
In the little green orchard.
CREEPY. :O
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Date: 2006-10-08 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 06:25 am (UTC)Great poem, and I'm not a poem guy!
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Date: 2006-10-09 11:40 am (UTC)So glad you like the poem!
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Date: 2006-10-09 09:05 pm (UTC)Now there's the subject for a horror story. :)