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Artiste:
As you say, the World stops for Heath presently. For I too!

May I say that since Heath was on a mission to seek and present love, that that I feel will always stay and guide us in the Brokeback Mountain movie!!

He is our Ennis and always will be in our hearts and minds, and he presents himself as Heath and Ennis too!!

May that help to hug everyone always - it hugs me!! Heath hugs me and you everyday!!

MaineWriter:
How prophetic:

BelAir:
i like keeping it here, so we can have it and come back to it... the thread doesn't have to go just because he has gone...

MaineWriter:

--- Quote from: BelAir on January 22, 2008, 08:02:09 pm ---i like keeping it here, so we can have it and come back to it... the thread doesn't have to go just because he has gone...

--- End quote ---

Thanks, Bel, for that vote of support!

MaineWriter:
I have never been one for reading poetry, but there are a few poems that have stayed with me. Somehow this seems appropriate to me right now...

To an Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

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