Don’t remember where this came from, but it fits:
A tired old tabby Named Kettle McGinn Lay by the fireplace As twilight drew in
His weary old head Sank low where he lay And he dreamed of the glory Of some other day
He dreamed of the mousies He never quite caught Of places he’d been And some that he ought
He dreamed of the springtime Of haylofts and hay And patches of sunbeams That warmed where he lay
He dreamed of the fishes And birds that took flight Of bull frogs and glow worms That light up the night
He dreamed of adventures And a kitty named Chloe And butterfly chased A long time ago
But Kettle McGinn Is tired and old And lays by the hearth As the ember grow cold
So play, little kitties And run as you will Tilt at the windmill And covet the hill
Run through the garden And dance as you may Remember, sweet kitties Today is the day
Aside from some joints, which complain all the time, I’m still in my youth. It’s mind and spirit over body. And as long as mind and spirit Win, you are in your youth.
Nice of Rose to bring out her “Little Rosie”!
A very wise woman……
Recess. It does a body good.
Whatever, that running out is infectious and I am tempted.
Found it! Ten Cats, June 2, 2019. Still don’t know if it was original, or quoted from some other source. Enjoy!
Nice poem, I saw Cats at the Wintergarden once since then I always cry when I hear Memories. Even more so since I lost two of my kitties to old age.
w6nim7 almost 3 years ago
Don’t remember where this came from, but it fits:
A tired old tabby Named Kettle McGinn Lay by the fireplace As twilight drew in
His weary old head Sank low where he lay And he dreamed of the glory Of some other day
He dreamed of the mousies He never quite caught Of places he’d been And some that he ought
He dreamed of the springtime Of haylofts and hay And patches of sunbeams That warmed where he lay
He dreamed of the fishes And birds that took flight Of bull frogs and glow worms That light up the night
He dreamed of adventures And a kitty named Chloe And butterfly chased A long time ago
But Kettle McGinn Is tired and old And lays by the hearth As the ember grow cold
So play, little kitties And run as you will Tilt at the windmill And covet the hill
Run through the garden And dance as you may Remember, sweet kitties Today is the day
littlejohn Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Aside from some joints, which complain all the time, I’m still in my youth. It’s mind and spirit over body. And as long as mind and spirit Win, you are in your youth.
jagedlo almost 3 years ago
Nice of Rose to bring out her “Little Rosie”!
raybarb44 almost 3 years ago
A very wise woman……
vanaals almost 3 years ago
Recess. It does a body good.
hagarthehorrible almost 3 years ago
Whatever, that running out is infectious and I am tempted.
w6nim7 almost 3 years ago
Found it! Ten Cats, June 2, 2019. Still don’t know if it was original, or quoted from some other source. Enjoy!
shapmandoo over 1 year ago
Nice poem, I saw Cats at the Wintergarden once since then I always cry when I hear Memories. Even more so since I lost two of my kitties to old age.