TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 54

The breeze can be high and blustery, as it was today. It is a metaphor for change arriving. What is it that you decided to change this year? I continue penning away.

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“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.” A. A. Milne

Launch

Beside the garden a butterfly sat,

He fluttered his wings in the breeze,

It teased him into flight,

For he felt the ecstasies of the sun.

Beyond the garden he floated aloft,

The breeze brave and valiant swung,

To bring him to halt on the fairest flower,

To sup for his thirst was real.

Such was the honeyed nectar,

That his chest puffed out in delight,

Its fragrance perfumed and pure,

He had not tasted of it before.

Never was he to have such succour,

Again as he was taken by the zephyr,

In his ecstatic melancholy mood,

He died as passion had carried him away.

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” William Butler Yeats