We have a pretty little panel of stained glass that hangs in the kitchen window. This morning, before the blind was lifted, the early sun was shining through and lighting up the engine house.
There’s food for thought in this poem, The Ideal by James Fenton and I like it.
This is where I came from.
I passed this way.
This should not be shameful
or hard to say.A self is a self.
It is not a screen.
A person should respect
what he has been.This is my past
which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.
Our lovely neighbour Sue came in for supper tonight and shared a photo of some remarkably beautiful flowers sent to her from Heligan in condolence and in the memory of her very special husband, Bill, who died recently and for whom I posted on 14th April.
saymber
April 27, 2017 at 12:23 am
You find the most beautiful poems Sally. Thank you for helping brighten my day.
mybeautfulthings
April 27, 2017 at 2:14 am
Finding them brightens my day too! Thank you for letting me know you like it too. 🙂
cedricramey
April 26, 2017 at 8:43 pm
Cool blog! Looking forward to your daily post, keep up the great work.