In the back of one of my college notebooks, I once wrote a piece of doggerel that a friend of mine found and would recite when the spirit moved him.
It does my asthma little good
To go cavorting through the wood.
A few decades later, I guess my attitude’s changed some. There are woods behind my house and I spend a lot of time there, not cavorting but walking the dogs, occasionally thinking up doggerel.
A snowflake pattern
from the bottom of a boot
pressed into the snow.
The poem, too!
Thanks, Dave! I appreciate it.
Very nice. I can see why your friend’s spirit could be so moved to recite that charming bit of poesy. One supposes the spirit continues to move him so, on appropriate occasion.
He was a man of discriminating taste, this friend of mine.
Great pictures. I especially like the 2nd one.
Thanks! I was pleased with that one as well.