WRITINGS
Between the pages
forgotten now
as hortus siccus
waiting till
the words preserved
again exposed
are read by cultured eyes.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Those words are always there preserved in heart and mind ready to be resurrected when needed.
Preserved between the pages.
A fine write M. *looks up hortus siccus*.
Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ The benefits of a classical education ~ alas now only available in Public Schools (rite of passage of the privileged classes) and Grammar Schools (rite of those with intelligent & astute parents). Dry Garden / Herbarium That like a forgotten rose petal ~ Preserved indeed between the pages ! A great thought for the day. Please check "I left my Heart in Auckland City" ~ Thanks ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA in BAY of ISLANDS (NZ).
Some of us were so privileged. I visit many National trust properties and whilst I admire the architecture and antiques it is tainted somewhat by the thoughts of those who suffered immeasurably for the benefit of the arrogant and selfish few.
Michael,
Sublime!
Maestro...
Your words speak volumes!
~Laura~
Miss Berles got hortus siccus?
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