To go hither…. he went forth

A word to the wise…. a mans worth

Sometimes his word…. is worth much more

Words worth  a good read in deed…. fill your heart soul too!

It even sounds trust worth hu?… me and a host of friends

Worked all them places…. didn’t have much T for romancing

But!

Seeing as I am who I am…. I would go walking some nights with Yeats

Next night a stroll with Wordsworth…. found my self the next morning working

1/4 mile from his home…. had to pass it every morning, night for 3 months.

Now! sometime later that summer…. a friend of mine gave me A J, Joyce book

He saw similarities ha ha in Education n looks…. Portrait of the Artist as a young man

There I was deep into this book out walking…. in a late summers eve

In a small Village town Keswick…. as I turn the corner of Southey street

Looking down hill the place…. had been over took with the pages of Joyce

They had stalls on the pavement…. folks on soap boxes, tents of all sizes

Bye the time I had strolled through all of these places…. I bought An old friend again Tom Sawyer

Funny I thought out of all these books on bibles and bibles them self’s…. I find Tom

Closed J, JOYCE page 102 …. opened Tom, took three weeks holiday

Still never read the rest?