GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford

I am very grateful to writer Donald Standeford for liking my friend Mario Savioni‘s great photographic and literary work, Latin Quarter – Paris 1995, and also for reblogging my humble posts. This is a beautiful poem by Donald Standeford: Watching grandpa at the sheep gate Love wisdom like diamonds, And you won’t regret it; This…

The Excess of Confidence

I was sitting on a meadow one day A book in my hands, how long I can’t say. Three hens came close to me and showed no fear I was most surprised as they came so near. Was it my presence, so benevolent, What made them approach me so confident? They just trusted me and…