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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

November by Walter de la Mare
Learn English in November

Monday Night Owls - 3 September 2018 - From Africa to tea with the Queen

NatashaTNatashaT Posts: 1,255 Teacher
We read a story about a woman who decided to drive from Cape Town to Buckingham Palace to have tea with the Queen:


Vocabulary Top 10:

breeze through - to easily succeed at something

slot into - to fit easily into something

incensed - to be very angry

pledge - to formally promise to give or do (something)

buoyed - to cause (someone) to feel happy or confident

raring to go - ready and excited to start to do something; very eager

indomitable - impossible to defeat or discourage

come to blows - to begin fighting; to begin hitting each other

interspersed - put at different places among other things

in a jiffy -in a very brief time

Have you ever gone on a long road trip like this?
What do you think would be the best and the most difficult aspects of a long road trip?


  • filauziofilauzio Genoa ( Italy )Posts: 2,072 ✭✭✭✭✭
    I read this article twice, it was an engaging journey account I really appreciated: great choice @NatashaT ;).

    I felt like the old woman's odyssey wasn't really just a mere adventurous trip, but rather a defiance of biases about what both women and older people's pushes has to be.

    ' Do you want me to sit back on the sofa, waiting to die ? '

    No, really not: I would like to see old people in their 70s, 80s and possibly even older people, stretching the rule which want them languish in their forsaken by family members homes, with the wrong idea they have no right to further roles after grandchildren have grown.

    She must have been a funny picture: a nanny driving a battered car, with the interiors lined in floral, completely on their own, through the immense, hidden dangers interspersed savannah.

    I would like having occupied her car's back seat, though, in the form of a fairy accompanying her singing hymns, all the way through the Sudan desert to Khartoum.

    If you never try something, you'll remain all life haunted by the painful doubts perhaps you might have made it.

    In some African cultures, the article reminded us, the olders are considered those the wisdom lie with, whom you have to hold in awe, stick to whenever they happen to give you advice on how to deal with a puzzling situation.

    I like to think the old lady was thought of as one of the villagers theirs, therefore welcomed and honoured and listened to attentively, the attitude you would have when getting absorbed reading a book.

    Because the olders are like good books which lack just a few pages: at this point, the writer has rather slacked off, losing the inspiration for a great final.

    He then decided to give up finishing them and opted to crowdsource to be done with.

    Their plot has got the past and the present: they just need to share a bit more future with us to definitely hit the shelves.

    In cultural towns, we usually spot crowds of olders shuffling tiredly, noses up, sheperded by a heading guide waving a bright coloured umbrella: that's the customary way olders are involved in trips, which involve go sightseeing the landmarks and possibly visiting a few museums.

    World has changed though: hopefully there will be even more squat, battered ' Tracy ', racing with elephants, while driving and cuddling energic nannies on their age-mocking claim of freedom.

    glad to stop strict diet, splashed in belly flop? Don't care you're not light, here on English hop !
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