Today here are some of my thoughts put down in what is known as poetry, but not sure if mine passes as that. This came about as The Bro-in-Law in UK has been writing to me, and enclosed one of his poems, asking for comments. Something I find difficult to do as Poetry is like Art. It's all in the eye of the beholder, or the eye of the writer in this case. And I have sent him one of mine in return. this was written in 1994. Goodness me, the last century. I was a member of a small writing group at a Neighbourhood House where I taught Patchwork. We were a diverse group, but very keen and encouraging to each other. We even printed a small Collection of Our Works called. Fleeting Thoughts.
oh and the bag I was trialling and was going to show you, is now in the bin. It just didn't look good. so off to look for another pattern.