....about the life and death of a Maple tree that was made into a
violin/fiddle.

http://tinyurl.com/52meqr (sound file)

The Maple's Lament

When I was alive the birds would nest upon my boughs
And all through long winter nights the storms would 'round me howl
And when the day would come, I'd raise my branches to the sun
I was the child of earth and sky, and all the world was one

But now that I am dead the birds no longer sing in me
And I feel no more the wind and rain as when I was a tree
But bound so tight in wire strings, I have no room to grow
And I am but the slave who sings, when master draws the bow

But sometimes from my memory I can sing the birds in flight
And I can sing of sweet dark earth and endless starry nights
But oh, my favorite song of all, I truly do believe
Is the song the sunlight sang to me while dancing on my leaves

Laurie Lewis (American bluegrass music, but sounds Celtic innit)

"Sn!pe" spambin.fsnet.co.uk> wrote in message
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Yes, sad...but it soothes me.
v

In article <663u7fF2h990jU1@mid.individual.net>,
"Viva" privacy.net> wrote:

Cool.

We have the Celts to thank for Bluegrass.

"muddy cat" gmail.com> wrote...

Ain't that the truth! I'll bet if you crawl back far enough into those
Appalachian mountain

In article <666tbnF2irckpU1@mid.individual.net>,
"Viva" privacy.net> wrote:

^^^^^^^^^^^

I'd rather not thankyouverymuch.

"muddy cat" gmail.com> wrote ...

Viva wrote:

"Clot" wrote in message
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[..]

Yes 'tis....I have a friend who loans me his country cabin wot has no lekky.
I like to relax there for a weekend. I use kerosene lamps and candles for
light, and a kerosene camping stove for cooking. But the thing I hate most
is the outhouse 'bathroom'...mostly cause of snakes and spiders. :-/

So? How did you do?

v

In article <66h3k4F2k12k4U1@mid.individual.net>, Viva said...

I can recall using an unlit "dunny" in the outback in Aus, and being
scared witless at the prospect of poisonous spiders ...

... thankfully the spiders were a no-show, but an Aussie mate related a
blood-curdling tale of going for a dump one night, sitting down to let
nature take its course, and then, in the dim light of a oil lamp,
feeling a snake slither across his foot ...

... as he said, "on my way to the dunny I was worried I might have
trouble going ... 2 minutes later I was worried I'd never stop" :)

Thankfully, the snake turned out to be of the harmless, non-poisonous
variety [1]

"Bear" gmail.com> wrote in message
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We have two varieties -- Black Widow and Brown Recluse. Said friend smoke
bombs the 'dunny' regularly, so hopefully that keeps them at bay.