When I don't know what else to write at the end of the day, I'll copy down a favorite poem in my journal. It's far better than most of the drivel I put in there, so it dresses up the place a bit. I heard this one on The Writer's Almanac podcast while driving around the other day, and I was instantly transported back to age 12. I'm surprised my feet still reached the pedals of my car...
Does anyone else care to share a poem? My library's pretty thin, so I'm always looking for more avenues to travel.
Does anyone else care to share a poem? My library's pretty thin, so I'm always looking for more avenues to travel.