A piece of verse which led me to the love of poetry
Was composed and contained: “The woods are lonely,
Dark and deep, and I have promises to keep, and miles To go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep…”.
The latter permeated my memory and led me in time
To lift and use the spade of poetry as I wandered The field of life. Which led eventually to: “The Nearby hills, here and there, are full of sheep
That bleat and bleat as I observe during a
Welcome break from my task of piling peat”.
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