I raise the mirror of my life.
Under the cobalt blue sky.
And see magpies in the pines.
The way all the world should travel.
A carefree birdsong, echoing
the last of the summer wine.
I shall roam
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 