This blogging business is like learning to walk. There is a kind of enthusiasm that wells up and gives one the motivation to propel oneself forward more than one step. It is seen that I have therefore, since yesterday, stepped forward once more. There is still the wide-eyed look, and there may be the 'innocence' that comes with that, but there is also a realisation that in this brave new world that one has entered one has to master certain things. This adds a certain hard edge to one's view and therefore, whoever looks on must beware of what might bump up against them. It is also true that the initial enthusiasm can wane and the less travelled part of this blog's title may, at times, again refer to the regularity of its offerings and the number of the posts.
Let me offer for your 'enjoyment', what may be termed the definitive poem for this blog. The author is this blog's author. It was written in response to an English teacher's edict many moons ago.
The Tramp
From day to day beneath the skies
Inclines his ears to heavenly cries
Far less he worries where he lies.
But empty stomach calls for savour
A farmer's broth with longing flavour
He looks for secret sign of favour.
Enjoy as you go on your daily tramp, but ensure that you take note of what W H Davies said, 'What is this world, so full of care, We have no time to stand and stare'.
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