A gathering of poets
at the home of the bard.
The sun beat down on us,
not a cloud in the sky
as we read our poems
for each of us to hear.
Each was listened to
with a quiet contentment
as we each in turn read something
we had written
or a classic we had found
that held the emotions
that would stir us all
and maybe at times bring a tear or two.
26 July 2008
Wonderful David, I was really sad to not be able to be there this year. Thank you for sharing some of it's atmosphere and pleasure with us all...smiling at you, Tai
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Like Tai, I would have loved to have been with you all again this year, but never mind there is always next year to try for. Lovely memories in this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX