0029 Poet In A Wendy House Comments

liked enjoyed the read wish it was mine

I wrote a poem once that I could hear my Poppy's fiddle through the old house, but it was only the wind, and I know that I shall hear your laughter, too, my dear friend. Thank you for leaving it behind - for those who can hear it.

Darn you, how do you come up with such great stuff so quickly? I'm jealous. Yes, this is wonderful. Into the favorites it goes (but should that be 'aging'?) .

well done Mike.....sorry I kinda caught a piece of yours and Wendys convers.... couldn' help me self a 10 for you.....