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!
Yes!ZQ
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.
True practical country dancing.
ReplyDeleteHa, you must live in my neighborhood!
ReplyDeleteThe slush here is no more ~
ReplyDeletefor us spring just means the foreplay of a scorching tropical summer.alas!
ReplyDeleteYou know how to put a lot of experience into a few lines.
ReplyDeleteLove the quick steps and hops. Love "Brother Ollie"!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful image!!
ReplyDeleteAlmost as brief as the taste of spring before the spring does actually come. I like it.
ReplyDeletecan smell those white pines and streams from here - I mean, what's a few thousand miles when we have poetry?
ReplyDeleteOllie,
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteLovely choice of words. Sounds like the place to be!
ReplyDeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteZQ