"The Old City Wall"

Florence, Italy

"The Old City Wall"

Antiquity is a narrative

we often ignore,

march along its crumbling walls

oblivious of frescoed saints
and poets poised, marbled fingers 

with stories still to tell.

But for those who linger,

let the sun warm their shoulders,

a humbling occurs,

a blessing of wisdom bestowed.

by Margaret Bednar, June 10, 2014

I have been so busy these past two weeks - haven't been able to visit other blogs much - haven't written a single poem.   When I go this long without writing, I fear the creative juices will not come back - convince myself I can't do it.   But like all things, a break is probably a good thing - I just wish I could say I had travelled to Rome and Florence instead of the tasks which were at hand…

My daughter traveled to Italy and I have yet to see all of her photography - and can't wait to see the paintings from her this summer. 

I will be busy for the rest of this week as we have three "promotions" to celebrate - kindergarten, fifth and eighth grade all coming to an end… Summer begins for us next week!