Here is the poem I spoke about in my blog yesterday. Written in the seventies - inspired as I was then, by poets like Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac. Some walk in my puddlesbut others don't see themor even meTheir eyes are shielded by colour TVand brochures selling 'Freedom is a ... READ the POST
Archives for August 2022
An Old Stone Farm-house Shouldered Against the Chapel Yard
Ok. Here we are at the end of another month. What do I write about today? What would my readers be interested in? Hard to know, so I guess a little of what I've been up to lately. I haven't been on any trips recently but have enjoyed, in a different way, the beauty of my region. It has been a ... READ the POST