Answer back Innisfree

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I’ll not go back to Innisfree,                                                                                                                  no more is it my home.                                                                                                                         Lake Isle is not the place for me,                                                                                                         the land no more our own.

I turn my back on Innisfree                                                                                                                  and leave it all behind.                                                                                                                          The westward road will carry me                                                                                                      so far from all my kind.

And all the sorrows of Innisfree                                                                                                          that ground my family down,                                                                                                              still will always be with me.                                                                                                                As to Innisfree I’m bound.

R.K.Brown 2015







                                                                       It tires her

                                                                       when we visit.

                                                                       The rhythm of her days upset,

                                                                                                                 and yet,

                                                                       the chance to chat,

                                                                      and cook, to set aside

                                                                      the quiet days

                                                                                                                    in many ways

                                                                      is worth it.

                                                                     And the rest

                                                                     that follows,

                                                                     memory filled.

                                                                                                                                             R. K. Brown 2015


Turning left along a path brought Joe and I to the backside of a view I generally only see from the far end of this scene. Though I could see the cars passing in the distance, it felt as if we were someplace brand new and far away from the hustle and bustle of the daily world. The air was fresh, the ground not yet muddy from snow melt, and the sun warm on our shoulders. Being able to get out and about with Joe and see him enjoying the walks and hikes is a new experience as I usually would hike on my own in the past. Now we do it together, and it is a whole new activity for us in this new phase of life.

Bending away


Now that spring has arrived, the drip of melting snow is constant from the eaves. The daffodils are making an appearance along the foundation, tiny sprouts of green in a still snowy yard. It has encouraged a spurt of spring cleaning which will mean open windows and fresh air flowing in on the nicest days. The days of stew and sweaters are drawing to a close, as the days lighten and warm with the coming season. Each bend of the year shows many sides and delights for those who look.