Saturday, October 20, 2012

Poem for the Day - from childhood, for children-

At the Sea-Side By Robert Louis Stevenson When I was down beside the sea/ A wooden spade they gave to me/ To dig the sandy shore./ My holes were empty like a cup./ In every hole the sea came up/ Till it could come no more./

Conn Iggulden is an amazing writer--from Rome, to Genghiz Khan and his descendents, to War of the Roses, to Athens--

he started writing on a borrowed computer in the corridor of his father-in-law's office, and is descended from Irish wandering storytell...