LIBROCUBLARIST
one who reads in bed
Some to while away an hour
others hasten sleep
LIBROCUBLARIST
one who reads in bed
Some to while away an hour
others hasten sleep
PANDEMONIUM
Wild and noisy time
When grand children rule the home
bed-time tale brings peace
Old parchment washed clean
With quill, ink and sandcaster
re-used with new words
the last time I saw my oldest sister was in 2000. She came to visit me from the U.K. She brought me a gift, which some people thought was rather odd but, something that has not only been very useful to me and has allowed me to remain connected to my roots in the city of Bristol where I was born. That gift was a book of street maps of Bristol.

Bristol Street maps
It’s quite old and probably out of date however, I like to see and read posts each day about the Bristol street art scene (you can see them at Natural Adventures on WordPress). I have forgotten where a lot of the places that are posted are. So I use my old street maps guide. My sister passed away last year. What some considered an odd gift turned out to be a very thoughtful one. So much so, that I felt compelled to return the thoughtful favour by sharing it here today.
What a noise crows make
When hawks approach their high nests
Din could wake the dead
Today is Thanksgiving in the USA. For my British friends that’s sort of like Harvest Festival. Anyway, besides doing not much and then sitting down to a large dinner, I found time today to go through another box of papers from my storage area, i.e. my garage floor. The gem above is what I found. I used to belong to a hobby group of publishers, poets and printers. This piece dates from about 1972-73. This might even be classified as an ancient manuscript.
If you lived to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne
G: Of course, you’ve heard the old saying. “The worst are those, who having learned the alphabet, believe that they have come into real knowledge.”
M: Ha that’s funny.
G: but it’s also true and sad as well. People don’t read well nowadays.
M: Well it’s people like you make it difficult.
G: Why do you say that? Continue reading →
J.K. Rowling, born
in Yate wrote Harry Potter
stories of magic.
Silver Maple leaves
Change color and fall to ground
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