HANNA'S WALK

Hope

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –… Read More

When bright flowers bloom …

When bright flowers bloom Parchment crumbles, my words fade The pen has dropped … Morpheus

Exploring

Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick. J.R.R. Tolkien,… Read More