I bought this book of poetry while we were in Rhyl.
And whilst I will probably only memorise a couple, (of very short ones), I've picked it up every day and lost myself in love, war, seasons, old age, hopes, dreams, joy and sadness.
Reading through, I know the first couple of lines to some and others I've never heard of before.
I think from now on I will have a poetry Sunday on my blog and this is the first one I've chosen. I've never read it before but don't you think everybody should be distracted from work by birds and butterflies and rainbows?