The Merry Old Inn

I wasn't brought up reading much poetry.  As I've gotten older, though, I've really discovered a taste for it; and along with the taste, the awareness of my poetic ignorance.  I couldn't tell you what meters and patterns belonged to which poems to save my life.  But I can enjoy the feel and sound of poetry … Continue reading The Merry Old Inn

Winding Wool

Winding Wool by Robert Service She'd bring me a skein of wool And beg me to hold out my hands; So on my pipe I'd cease to pull And watch her twine the shining strands Into a ball so snug and neat, Perchance a pair of socks to knit To comfort my unworthy feet, Or … Continue reading Winding Wool