In all the good Greek of Plato,

I lack my roast beef and potato.

A better man was Aristotle,

Pulling steady on the bottle.

I dip my hat to Chaucer,

Swilling soup from his saucer.

And to Master Shakespeare,

Who wrote big on small beer.

The abstemious Wordsworth,

Subsisted on a curds-worth.

But a slick one was Tennyson,

Putting gravy on his venison.

What these men had to eat and drink,

Is what we say and what we think.

The influence of Milton,

Came wry out of Stilton.

sing a song for Percy Shelley,

Drowned in pale lemon jelly.

And for precious John Keats,

Dripping blood of pickled beets.

Then there was poor Willie Blake,

He foundered on sweet cake.

God have mercy on the sinner,

Who must write with no dinner.

No belly and no bowels,

Only consonants and vowels.

~~Survey of Literature by John Crowe Ransom~~

Barn Story in Painting

This is my favorite hideaway when I want to unwind.

So peaceful and so quiet, isn't it?

You add an old carriage here amongst the bluebells...

Oh, how lovely, peaceful and quiet!..

Allow us to make some noise, my sister and I...picking bluebells...

And let me welcome my playmates....

Hey, it's not a plane, it's a bird...sure I know better

Does it look like the trees on Sleepy Hollow?...No way! I know better!

Hola! Bloggers. Good day! I took a respite from writing to refresh my mind a little bit to give you my barn story. I'm nature's wild child and I think better and write better when nature is all around me....see these....

I can write tons of poems while sitting on this bench ...

and I can be inspired to write a short love story here in Bronte's

Top Withens.

Enough for my literary sensationalism...lol! Nooooooo, can't be coz sensationalism is the dark side of journalism. Sentimentalism is a better word.

I love this!!!!!

God bless one and all!

Sincerely,

Ophelia