So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
Are you a fun-loving Tigger or a sad-sack Eeyore? Pick a camp. I think it’s clear where I stand on the great Tigger/Eeyore debate!
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
The negative aspects of Scottish Nationalism are a kind of aggressive complacency, that sort of boasting; but that’s an expression of insecurity, I think, of a lack of confidence.
I’ve said my piece. My time now is entirely focused on family.
A poem can have an impact, but you can’t expect an audience to understand all the nuances.
Were I a cloud I’d gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
I’m attempting to put myself in a bottle that will one day wash up on the beach for my children.
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the game.
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru’ all creation.