Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried
`Splendid is the flower.'
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
--Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
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Last Day of NANOWRIMO --- Oh No!
Where did the month go? Certainly not on the page. I have an outline, some character sketches but mostly I have a lot of research notes. ...
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I'm driving to the day job, watching the road, thinking about the other drivers and the landscape around me. SUDDENLY! I've got a...