A very moving experience over the past few days – finally moving Younger Daughter and the grandkids into the main house and our stuff from storage into the cottage – has taken up an awful lot of time. Fitting curtain rails in the bedrooms alone was a task which defies description. The walls appear to have been constructed out of some outer space material which defies drill bits.
Anyway, in spite of all that I couldn’t resist the challenge of having another go at doing a Wordle in order as given and rhyming:
Some seem born to tell all of a journey –
The distant sky sets a line for his will;
That point reached, starts new cycle in turn: he
Can never stand; he will not remain still;
Stones of tales from this source are created,
Made of the atoms in memory burn;
Then he writes them, as it has been fated,
When from these wanderings he shall return.