Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Time may pass, but some things do not change

Here's a song from 1917:

There are smiles that make us happy
There are smiles that make us blue
There are smiles that steal away the tear drops
As the sunbeams steal away the dew

There are smiles that have a tender meaning
That the eyes of love alone may see
And the smiles that fill my heart with sunshine
Are the smiles that you give to me

(from "Smiles" (1917), lyrics by J. Will Callahan, music by Lee S. Roberts)

Here is a 2017 demonstration of the above by some people I know:







From top to bottom, these photographs were made at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina; at Indian Rocks Beach, Florida; and at Orange Beach, Alabama.

Sumer (with apologies to Robert Burns) is no longer icumen in; in fact, it is a-goin' out. Nevertheless, even though Mrs. RWP and I have stayed close to home, we are also smiling.

10 comments:

Emma Springfield said...

I do love a good smail.

Emma Springfield said...

I meant smile.

rhymeswithplague said...

???

rhymeswithplague said...

I thought you did, but I wasn't sure. At first I read it as snail....

Elephant's Child said...

Some excellent smiles to light up your world.

rhymeswithplague said...

Yes, they are!

All Consuming said...

Beautiful smiles, each and every one of them!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

You have much to smile about Bob. You have a happy and healthy extended family. When you have gone I am sure that they will remember you with huge affection. By the way, thanks for your advice about my recent poem. I have now slightly reworked it:-

A Summer Lament

She slipped away like an ocean tide
- Only flotsam remains.
We feel her passing in our bones
Recall acrobatic swallows
And those bleating lambs
Growing fat upon the sward.
Green she was in those golden days
When dusk and dawn conspired
And gaudy hollyhocks greeted bees
As swans steered cygnets in flotillas
And cauliflower clouds lumbered
Cross the cobalt blue.
Yes. She has gone.
Another season slips in
Interloping
Like an ocean tide
Quietly concealing all
- Till only remembrance remains.

rhymeswithplague said...

Michelle, I think so too! (but I am prejudiced.)

rhymeswithplague said...

Neil, thank you! I like the reworked version. Cauliflower clouds are much more interesting than the cumulus kind, regardless of the direction they are heading.