Just so you won’t think I fell into a black hole and will never return, I am on holiday in the Land of Enchantment. Sometimes called New Mexico. My bluetooth keyboard and iPhone is too slow to compose anything of a serious magnatude. Just short dopey statements like this. So enjoy the blather break. Chuck.
Soaring. A poem, By C. Ronald Curmudgeon As a cloud schooner Soaring into new once never achieve heights. Seemingly effortlessly levitating into An Azure sky. While floating ever so gracefully over crowds of Olympians on measured fields of lime green turf. The sleek cloud craft It soars ever so Effortlessly and it wings so easilyContinue reading “A Poem.”