Saturday, December 31, 2011

Farewell, 2011

The final hour quickly draws near
in which we lay to rest this year.

It matters not how we felt
About the hand which we were dealt,

There is never any turning back,
Even though some successes we lack.

Farewell, my beloved year 2011,
At times I thought of you as hell but more often, as heaven.

No Walt Whitman am I, and so, in parting, I leave you his words:


O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman




Happy New Year.

3 comments:

Susan Anderson said...

And a very happy New Year to you, too.

=)

Ames said...

Happy New Year's Day to you! Wishing you the best 2012 ever!~Ames
P.S. Love your photography!

Vicki/Jake said...

I think ya did very good!! On to another year fulla heaven..or hell:)