The View From A Farr
Sometimes I write poetry. Just for myself. A haiku here. A sonnet there. But I know my limits. My poetry is not the best. It’s not deep. It’s more topical, like poison ivy cream. The most emotion it elicits is kin to stumping your little toe on a brick wall, and screaming, “Why would anyone build a brick wall right there?”For example, here are a few of my “poems” in more of a...