A VeranDAY

GOOD MORNING WORLD

So much can happen in a day when you sit on your veranda like...you could watch time go by (slowly)

God, a change of angle is sometimes worth arising for

“I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.”

Oops, here come de rain

and I can't see Ben Bulben anymore

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

         From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

         In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

         The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

         As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

         And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

         And laugh as I pass in thunder.

But it does dry quickly

I've looked at clouds from one side now

and instead of counting sheep (Roscommon past...ure..time)

I can prepare for sleep totting fireflies

GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP TIGHT