Reminder to Self and All Others: Be Prepared The Xanadu Principal

We all probably know the story of the English Romantic Poet Samual Taylor Coleridge, who one morning woke suddenly with a poem complete in his mind. The poem Xanadu  was the result. He was able to write only the first few verses before he was called for breakfast and the poem dissolved into nothing.

We do have the poem and even to this day we can see how much better the first part of the work is, the second part faulters and is less impressive.

Well this morning I had a Xanadu moment. I woke quickly and had a poem running around in my mind. Jumping out of bed, I rushed to my desk, paper, yes, pen, er! Pen!, Please a working pen! Found it.

Yesterday, through the missed.
I saw the eyes, that I have missed.
Soft kiss of the lips
Once kissed.

Err! there was more. Err, reminder to self be prepared to make notes at anytime.

Autumn Memories

For me Autumn or Fall is the best time of the year.

I remember as a child in England, the return to school in early September with fondness.  After school going to the park in front of the town hall and collecting conkers, Horse Chestnut, pods to break open for the large beown seeds inside, followed by hours of curing them for the big conker battles, and screams of strings as we boys battled with the seeds and smashed our opponents conker with glee.

Then as nights grew longer, in late October, we would make a "Guy" and go to the local store and beg for pennies from customers so we could buy ourselves fireworks and sweets, in preparation for November 5th.

This poem is a poem of the memories of that time.

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