Friday, May 4 2008

John liked the lines of poetry I recited this morning. I've been stuggling for years put poetry on here. Emily came in; I asked if she'd read  a few. She said this is the on she likes:

                                  April Fool

I want to be an actor on a stage of make believe. 

Where I can run, and laugf, and play and magic stories weave.

---No! No! No! That's just a flight of fancy; you know that's not the way. It has to be in the humdrum every day.