Bill has kindly sent in two poems for everyone to enjoy:
A Race for the Ages Time was when Life was long three score and ten And strife was never ending; Sport was played by gentlemen Tea at four, ignore the score And stumps were drawn at seven. The trick of course to finish first, Second, also ran, can return a modest purse So if I grow old before you grow old Who is winner then?
A view of Canadian Autumn I’ve watched the fall The leaves painted dainty Describing Parabolic flight Gently alight, completing Their proscribed transition. Green at first Gold at best Red ablaze Dead at last.