The water lay crystal clear, black as night, fathoms deep and unfathomable. Gazing into this stillness calmed the spirit within. She looked into the mirror reflection of herself as it peered back at her, a twinkling of a smile turning one corner of her mouth.
This is kind of an experiment which was fun to do. don’t know if it works or not. You decide.
Buildings of Toronto inspire poetry.
Sssshhhh. This is a library.
I remember singing this with only the fervour a young girl of six or seven can bring to a favoured hymn. To sing it in morning assembly would ensure a successful day.
Christmassy works that have been part of my Christmas traditions
Robert Frost is probably best known for his “road less travelled” poem. In the spirit of this week’s theme of Remembrance I am diverging and focusing on his lesser known war poems, including the enigma of the ‘lost poem’.
I am not perfect but I stand out from the crowd.
And I fell in love. Who wouldn’t, as child, love the sounds and feelings of reeling off the wonderful, fabudosous sounds of McCavity, Rum Rum Tugger, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer?