The Importance of Memories

The passing of family and friends over the years has marked my own passage into old age. This has become more and more evident to me in more recent times. My village in Devon was run until not long ago by a group of friends, all women, mostly widows. They did all that had to be done to keep the community up and running. I picked, composed upon Westminster Bridge,. I went back and we talked about those opening lines. Earth has not anything to show more fair. Dal, would he be of soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty? All these years later, poems and stories are still central to my life. He sowed the seed or