Sidewalks Mirrors Exaggerate Numbers

Her illustrations tell a story Which is hard to understand

Perfection does not command a price

She is an unfinished canvas Which I will not share

He created me out Of a sheets of paper So that I might Fly high with the wind birds

On the river Of the Cold stars

Roof Rain Stars Wonder

Dry March Sunny April East Wind

One Swan Two Cygnets Three Lilies

Sorry to be a bore with this second post But after a depressing day and a pathetic evening I found happiness or at least I felt happy It was a post on this very site from The Three Bells Which is a rather nice pub in Ray in South Devon Jane and I often visit […]