A Gift
A received a very beautiful gift in recent days. An small sized and elegant collection of W.B. Yeats poems. It is very fine. One day I shall write verses in honour of Yeats. I have often thought of it. But suitable words have not yet come to me.
Hike More. Camp More. Swim More.
The Unique Art of Richard Foote
Writing about Reading and Reading about Writing
Fiction writer
There's a new sun burning, and soft fruits ripening, my precious grizzled tresses tumbling, Dylan's humming 'The times they are a changing', these parting verses are mere shadows merging ...
An Empyrean Cycle
Virtual verse from a viewpoint
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Virtual verse from a viewpoint
Aspiring Author | Blogger | Poet
Dogs*Life*Music*Photography*Travel*Writing
NO RULES FOR THIS GAME
Virtual verse from a viewpoint
Stories and photos from Scotland
Pen to paper
Seeking the magic and light in life's journeys
Keep Moving Forward
Simon's still stanza 