Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry Donald comes down the hill wild and angry; Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry!
The Final Sunday In Ordinary Time
The familiar carol's paradigm downshifted like McQueen and floored it, and I realized what the shepherds saw that had them "sore afraid."
Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.
Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” AIR A Song of Taliessin While walking out under the greenwood fair […] via… Continue reading Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.
Stop Playing My Song!
This is a re-posting of a list I hung on my old Blogspot page in 2011. I launch this blog with a list of songs not to play upon particular occasions. Of course, the AHA research saying that a 103-beat/minute rhythm is ideal for hands-only CPR—then pointing out that it's the precise beat of both… Continue reading Stop Playing My Song!