I had a hankering the other day to write a poem. I’ve already been kicking around a novella on similar themes. I think- I’m not sure- this poem was inspired finally by finishing Elizabeth Bettina’s It Happened in Italy. I found myself reflecting again about the older generations and what they achieved and has since been forgotten. Anyway, the poem probably isn’t any good but why should that stop me from posting it? 🙂
With hoary heads the ancient ones tread
rank upon file and file upon rank
day upon day and year atop year
until one by … continue reading...