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Need your favourite poems, myths, songs, tales on the theme of...

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BigOldBlue1 · 23/08/2023 07:43

...being lost.

Any ideas?

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PresentPrincess1 · 23/08/2023 17:21

For children or adults? The short animation of Lost and Found narrated by Jim Broadbent and the picture book by Oliver Jeffers

minipie · 23/08/2023 17:26

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner?
Amazing Grace?

MargaretThursday · 23/08/2023 17:26

My favourite:

James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree
Took great of his mother, though he was only three.
James James said to his mother: "Mother, " he said, said he.
"Never go down to the end of the town if you don't go without consulting me."

Now, James James Morrison's mother put on her golden gown.
James James Morrison's mother, drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's mother said to herself, said she:
"Well, I can get down to the end of the town and be back in time for tea."

King John put up a notice: "Lost, or stolen or strayed.
James James Morrison's mother seems to have been mislaid.
Last seen wandering vaguely , quite of her own accord.
She tried to get down to the end of the town. Forty shillings reward."

James James Morrison Morrison, commonly known as "Jim".
Said to his other relations, not to go blaming him.
For James James said to his mother: "Mother, " he said, said he.
"Never go down to the end of the town without consulting me."

James James Morrison's mother, hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry, and so did the queen and the prince.
King John, somebody told me, said to a man he knew:
"If people go down to the end of the town, well what can anyone do?"

J J M M W G D-P
Took great care of his m though he was only three.
Now, J J said to his m, "M" he said, said he.
"You must never go down to the end of the town without consulting me."

Or a different one, which isn't quite lost:
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see–
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red–
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England–
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.

ShutTheDoorBabe · 23/08/2023 17:43

Runaway train?

BigOldBlue1 · 23/08/2023 18:08

These are great! Keep the ideas coming, I'm more looking for adults but it doesn't hurt to delve back into some kids classics, even when you're well beyond the age :)

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Saverage · 23/08/2023 20:18

Dante

At one point, midway on our path in life
When I had journeyed half of our life’s way
Half way along the road we have to go
I came to in a gloomy wood
In the midway of this our mortal life
Midway upon the journey of our life
Midway along the journey of our life
I came around and found myself now searching
Through a dark wood, the right way blurred and lost
I found me in a gloomy wood, astray
I found I was in a dark forest
I found myself within a forest dark
I found myself within a shadowed forest
I found myself obscured in a great forest
Bewildered, and I knew I had lost the way
Halfway through the story of my life
I woke to find myself in a dark wood
Gone from the path direct
For I had wandered off from the straight path
For I had strayed from the straight path
For I had lost the path that does not stray
Midway in our life’s journey
The straightforward pathway had been lost

MargaretThursday · 23/08/2023 21:39

Again not quite lost but fits quite well; another of my favourites:
Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening:

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

EineReiseDurchDieZeit · 23/08/2023 21:42

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

BigOldBlue1 · 23/08/2023 21:50

@minipie
Thank you for prompting me to look this up, I found this amazing recording done by loads of famous names

Need your favourite poems, myths, songs, tales on the theme of...
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TheInseparables · 23/08/2023 21:50

Homer’s Odyssey?

MrsMoastyToasty · 23/08/2023 21:53

Songs

Do you know the way to San Jose?
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Lost in France.

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