I Write the Songs...

Our second weekend on Holiday saw us in Asheville, North Carolina...

We spent many a happy hour in the independent shops and then lots of happy hours in the local brew houses.

On emerging from one such brewhouse we discovered a little man, sitting on a corner, with a typewriter who announced, albeit quietly, that for a donation he will write a poem; and write a poem he did.

Boy was delighted ; he adored his haiku - he only had a dollar and a haiku was what it bought.

Alas a few pubs down the road and Boy realised he had forgotten his poem somewhere . That beautiful little a5 sheet of expensive paper with 17 syllables on it was gone; lost in the wind.

For days he would sigh and say 'i lost my poem', it made me sad.

And so... When we got home, i bought a manual typewriter some lovely paper and recreated it for him... And today he found it in his care box i sent him.

His joy was restored.

Anyone wanna buy a third hand manual typewriter?