Today I thought I would share an excellent poem with you. It is for those of us who have a hard time communicating.
A poem I wrote about May and how unseasonably cold it can be some years.
Join us today to read the heading poem “Pig” by Rudyard Kipling. It’s short and a little dangerous.
A November poem (if ever there was one) by Katharine Pyle.
Background information on “Idylls of the King” before we take a dive, piece-by-piece, over the next week.