"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
... on a Summer's day.
Scans nicely, thanks.
I like the idea of the wooden stride Gwil.
We must keep marching on Pat.
What happened to my contribution "on a Summer's day"?I thought it fitted but it is your poem, I suppose I will have to write my own for the line to have somewhere to go.
Phew! it's hot. Rachel, thanks for the line - yes, now in!!!
With the addition of Rachel's line I feel it's now complete. So there I will leave it.
It has an ending. Perhaps I will write a poem beginning with the same line.
N0w it is finished. And all in orange. Is it a World Cup omen? Well we shall see.
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