A page of Shelley
brightens and dims
with passing clouds
Rod Wilmott
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Already
You have ably assisted
To help me make the first mark
On the blank page
Being so easy to impress
Almost without thought
I looked to copy your words
And so I moved to my bookshelf
Yet, instead of taking a book
My memory took me fifteen years back
To the old vicarage cottage
Which was my B&B for a while
It was safe, secure
A restful place
Where, of an evening
I would often read of the Victorian poets