I've got at least two half written blogs about recent walks which I will try to post soon but until then have a pome! I wrote this a month or so ago partly because I was doing a Creative Writing evening class and wanted to had something in before it finished (I'd got rather distracted by lampshades). It was inspired, at least the first line was, by a conversation that mum & I had had about cuckoos, and how they manage to learn to cuck & koo if brought up by a bluetit (other bird homes also available). Who taught the cuckoos to cuck? Who showed the swallows the way? Who put the hop in the unicorn’s dance? Can it have been you? I say Who painted the robin’s egg blue? Who made the dragon’s wings to fly? Who put the skip in the unicorn’s dance? It can’t have been you, say I Who gave giraffes their very long necks? Who made the flamingos sway? Who put the jump in the unicorn’s dance? I wish it had been you, I say Who put the freckle on the breast of the thrush? Who trained the eagles to soar so high? Who put the twirl in the unicorn’s dance? Someone far greater than us, say I ©Kate MacDonald Finding my writing pile and setting up my writing 'nook' has definitely made me want to write more. It's just finding the time & space to do it when there are so many other things that also need & that I want to be doing..... but soon...
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the poem. 'Till next time Kx
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21/2/2022 11:23:55
With all of the recent nostalgia, it’s easy to get caught up in the old days of television and movies. One of the reasons why we had such a heyday with shows like “Yes, Dear” and “Seinfeld” is because the characters were so relatable and human. We all have those times where we want to relate to the people we see on TV.
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25/11/2022 06:14:37
The timeless story of how unicorns learned to dance has been retold by many authors, poets, and storytellers from around the world. The most famous version of the story tells of Odysseus' son Telemachus who comes home from war to find that his mother Penelope is dead and he assumes his father had sacrificed her for magical immortality.
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