Now that I’m pushing eighty this poem by A.E. Housman is especially poignant:
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose- lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

Atta smile, Greg! Makes me happy!

Anything by Mary Oliver. Love the flags!

This is actually a short story, not a poem. It’s The Egg by Andy Weir. It has given me a new way to look at life. I just love it.

https://wjccschools.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/01/galactanet.com-The-Egg.pdf

Diamond Grill by Fred Wah. Canadian author. A mixture of prose and poetry in this semiautobiographical story. A favourite of mine.

“Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein is one of my favourite poems.

The Geranium by Theodore Roethke. And anything Emily Dickinson. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…”.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost always brings happy (and sad) memories of my father …

The flags look like a celebration!

Robert Frost “The Road Not Taken” and Wendell Berry

Good Morning , I would like to ask when the Irish ergo hooks will be replenished. Thanking You kindly. I enjoy your Thursday live, they make me very happy. I.m new to rug hooking. I.m also a quilter. Have a great weekend!

Souled is good now. It was me!