‘The poet dreamed of flying free as a bird.’ John Wyndham ‘Plan for Chaos’
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Taken from one of his books,
the above quote
is one that resonates with me;
a poet, I’d like to think,
that has two feet firmly aground,
and his head in the clouds.
If only my two poetic feet could leave the terra firma
and let wings take me aloft.
What would a poet give
to really live?
Graeme Sandford 