Thanks Sue. Two pictures this week, so I’ve combined them for my contribution.
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1882493753
When he was laid to rest,
He made clear in his Will
That forever beside him
Would remain his best Quill.
From the other side
Tales to make you think,
Written from the grave
In such ghostly ink.
Wondrous stories to tell,
Poetry at its best,
He wanted to record it all
When he was laid to rest.
I like this.
Thanks Sadje
👍👍👍
I do live this one 💜
thanks. It goes back a while.
I like the way ‘Will’ suggests the Bard 🙂
Thanks Sue. Hope you’re having a better day.
Erm… no… not with so many attempts to get a damned needle in…
Bummer ❤ I've only had that with a blood test as my veins run for cover.
I actually watched that happeneing under the infra red… .;)
You’re braver than me. I close my eyes. ❤
I prefecr to know what’s going on 😉 ❤
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Great poem!!
Thanks Val.