We have said goodbye to the year. It died to the ringing of bells and the new year was welcomed with the sound of the same bells. They tolled over Dublin. The advent of a new year always gives hope. It is a rebirth. This year the first of January was not welcomed with the usual joy. The banks and the government have sapped our joy and little of the poetic remains in our lives.
( 1 Vote )

The snow fell. Softly it fell during an early night on the Mall, the great bare trees, on the church on the hill, and the church in the hollow, and all the roofs of the town. It came softly and it built up quietly like soft feathers. Soon the country was immaculate in white.

Once I had the pleasure of sailing up the Nile. I visited the Valley of the Kings and entered the tombs. I walked to the temple complex at Luxor and gazed at the great pillars, which had held temple lintels. I studied the hieroglyphics and later purchased a book on the matter intending to learn how to read this language but