About

I wrote this little poem a long time ago for a young person who set out on a long journey to another country to try and make a new life far from home. I thought them very courageous. Braver than I ever was. They did established themselves overseas and I can only admire them for it.

A Place of One’s Own…:

Within everybody’s heart ,

There is that little pump.

And in the still of the night,

You can hear its tremulous thump.

 

Within everybody’s heart,

There is a little room.

Upon the wall there is a picture

Of a place we silently yearn.

 

To some it is just a fantasy,

A desire they can’t fulfill.

Some will strive to seek it…

Some have not the will.

 

And some will substitute

A lesser philosophy

To dull and blind the senses

To a love they will not see.

I hope you do not see me as anything other than another anonymous writer who enjoys the exchanging of what I would call ; “the spirit of writing”. If you think I am too intrusive, please feel free to tell me or even cease the seeking.

I honestly say ; I have only good intentions..