I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree…
I made fun of Yeats in my day 9 poem, but The Lake Isle of Innisfree is a favorite…
My NaPoWriMo North Lake Inspire poem…
Seeming like nothing.
This is It.
You’ll spend your life looking ahead.
You’ll reach the distant sweeping shore.
When your feet are scarred, but the sand has cooled
When the shadows are long and the day is gone
You’ll look over your shoulder.
You’ll see this moment.
This fine moment.
The one you walked by
on your way to… what?