tales from the murky splurge for Thursday, December 30, 2010

Thursday, December 30, 2010

My Grandfather Harry.

Have just received this newspaper article about my great grandfather Harry, written in 1940. we never met as he died before i was born, My family knew little about him until after the death of my grandfather when we found a box of Harry´s papers in my grandmothers cupboard. She hid them for 50 years... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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