They are also home to squirrels. Yesterday, as I walked back from the library, I saw a young man chasing a squirrel. I seemed the squirrel saw it as a game. It was almost like a dog and boy playing as they went around the tree first one way and then the other. Finally, the squirrel went up the tree far enough that he could not be reached and looked back down.
October is national poetry month in Great Britain. Other countries celebrate in different months. Let’s share this one throughout the world with a whimsical poem from an American poet who lost his life in France during World War I.
Join me, please, in celebrating harmony …in poets, people, and countries.