tinwhistler
06-11-2006, 01:17 AM
I’m a newbie at this forum, with the user ID “tinwhistler." This moniker is my way of identifying with the narrator in a poem appearing in David McCord’s What Cheer (Coward-McKann New York 1945) -- see p. 238 which has this:
Now am I a tin whistle
Through which God blows,
And I wish to God I were a trumpet
--But why, God only knows.
[Sir J. C. Squire, author]
[At wiki we find:
tin whistle article (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tin_whistle) ]
One of my favorite doodlings is this variation on the song “Deep Purple:”
When the purple turtle drowns
And the Irish elf wears browns,
Then the lights begin to dim out from my eye;
With the loss of my memory
You color my reverie,
Making me blue –
I know not why.
Is this morbid or upbeat? (I'm not sure.)
Now am I a tin whistle
Through which God blows,
And I wish to God I were a trumpet
--But why, God only knows.
[Sir J. C. Squire, author]
[At wiki we find:
tin whistle article (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tin_whistle) ]
One of my favorite doodlings is this variation on the song “Deep Purple:”
When the purple turtle drowns
And the Irish elf wears browns,
Then the lights begin to dim out from my eye;
With the loss of my memory
You color my reverie,
Making me blue –
I know not why.
Is this morbid or upbeat? (I'm not sure.)