When I was young I Marvelled at
the beauty of Andrew’s mistress
and became a Lord walking
beside beauty in the night,
and while wandering amongst daffodils
began to realise what a Word’s Worth.
I heard the Inchcape bell
while voyaging on Southey’s seas
and met an old Mariner
who’d traversed a Cold Ridge
to meet a soldier by a Brook
who, If he’d taken Rudy’s advice
maybe would have lived a better life.

28 thoughts on “Poetry

    • Ah English Lit classes, the joy of those times still stays with me. Reading for the love of reading was never a chore for me. Now maths, that WAS torture!


    • These poets have been with me for years now, Donna. I go back to them all the time, their words are timeless.:-)


    • Hello, my friend. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Thank you for the warm welcome back, Sherry. I have sorely missed writing and posting to the blog. I am thoroughly enjoying indulging in my favourite pastime again.


    • Thank you for the kind words, James. ๐Ÿ™‚ Maybe one day, before I die, I’ll write at least one poem as good as those whose work I so admire.


  1. Clever. I enjoyed the poets line by line. I have no doubt that those places were named after them–and they sound like perfect places to walk with their poetry.


    • Thank you, Carrie. ๐Ÿ™‚ Those poets are definitely the ones who inspired me to try writing.


    • Thank you Vinay. I think he is often underrated as a poet at the side of others of his day. He will always be my favourite.


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