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Sir Anthony Hopkins reads
Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

anonymous asked:

Hey!! I saw your post about your OC's and I just wanted to say that Serena and Ava are beautiful names!! I was wondering if you could describe what they look like? I would be interested to know. I hope you feel better sweetheart, I appreciate everything you do!!

Thank you so much, I honestly don’t remember how I found the names but I am really glad you like them


Serena

Serena has warm sepia skin with a rich red undertone and is of average height, standing at 5′6″. She has milk chocolate brown downturned eyes and a button nose, thick lips all on a square shaped face. She has a curvy, athletic frame; round hips and ass, thick, muscular thighs and toned calves. Her upper body is as impressive as her lower, muscular arms and a toned back and stomach. She has full-bodied, thick black hair that falls to her chin, and more often than not, the ends are dyed whatever color is her pick of the moment. She is usually seen with Reyes’ beanie on her head because she has stolen it for the umpteenth time. Her fashion sense is jokingly called new goth, black cargo pants or leggings with tighter, fashionable tops or dark colored hoodies (often stolen from Reyes). She does have a good fashion sense, but prefers comfortable when she returns from the field. 


Ava

Ava has warm, golden tan skin with a slightly yellow undertone and she is covered from head to toe in copper colored freckles. She stands at a meager 5′1, radiation completely stunting her growth upwards as a kid, her body tiny, smaller chested and waifish. The longer she spends in regular society after joining the Junkers, the more her body begins to fill out, a small but perky rear and slightly fuller and softer all over. She has thick and fluffy curly-wavy long hair that falls to her rear, her auburn hair full of natural lighter brown and dirty blonde highlights. Her eyes are large and hazel, her nose small and round with full lips. She has a gap in her two front teeth that she never plans on getting corrected.  She has absolutely no fashion sense and usually prefers to wear overalls, combat boots and a sports bra. When finally out of Oz she loves anything brightly colored or fun patterned and she pulls together outfits that make absolutely no sense. 

“After we spoke with this farmer about his calves chained up under trees, he almost proudly directed us to two younger boys over the paddock. These were the two baby boys we found tied tightly up with hay bale twine, waiting for the meat truck. We know the truck doesn’t come that often, and calves are slaughtered across the border at least 8 hours away, so it is not likely they will make that journey. The sun was beaming down, they had no shade, shelter or water as they slumped heartbreakingly in the dirt, unable to move as we approached them. We wanted to offer them something in their short lives and gave them water and a comforting touch, their mothers nowhere to be seen. One was afraid and tugging at the string trying to get away. This boy did not even acknowledge our presence. He was shattered, his long beautiful eyelashes shading his big brown hopeless eyes. How, in just a matter of days of ‘living’ had he become so forlorn, so lonely and so neglected? He just wanted to be with his mumma, she was probably only over the hill. He wanted a full tummy, to be safe, to have access to shelter. We are sorry we could not save you little angel. We promise we have a bigger plan to help your brothers, in your memory.”

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