It’s Raining, it’s Pouring, the Old Men are Snoring…
Me I will throw away.Me sufficient for the dayThe sticky self that clingsAdhesions on the wingsTo love and adventure,To go on the grand tourA man must be freeFrom self-necessity By Patrick Kavanagh A stretch of time at the lake always unwinds me, softens my outlook, entreats me with such comfort it’s as if I slathered […]