Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
True practical country dancing.
Ha, you must live in my neighborhood!
The slush here is no more ~
for us spring just means the foreplay of a scorching tropical summer.alas!
You know how to put a lot of experience into a few lines.
Love the quick steps and hops. Love "Brother Ollie"!
What a wonderful image!!
Almost as brief as the taste of spring before the spring does actually come. I like it.
can smell those white pines and streams from here - I mean, what's a few thousand miles when we have poetry?
Ollie,It seems as though spring is a little bit behind time, in all corners of the world.Just about seen the last traces of snow here in the Pennine area of Cheshire...Spring must bring hope:)Best wishes,Eileen:)
I was there.
Lovely choice of words. Sounds like the place to be!
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.