Tracie's Web

Happy August:

I can't believe we're half-way through this month! Here comes the school season.
Given the present election year climes in the Northeast, here's a poem for you (via Poets.org):


Epitaph on a Tyrant
by W. H. Auden



Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,

And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;

He knew human folly like the back of his hand,

And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,

And when he cried the little children died in the streets.




It's a bit busy at the Morris mainstay but look to another note posted before the month is over. Had a great time communing with my fellow and sister artists at the Creative Capital retreat. If any of you are stopping by, Hi!