Showing posts with label Round Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Round Valley. Show all posts

17 January 2010

Sunday, Sunday . . .


     I've never spoken about where it is that I live exactly except for posting a few snapshots . . .

     I changed my location from Round Valley to Eagar in the profile temporarily to see who else in the vicinity is blogging. Eagar returned thirty-one hits: 3 by invitation only; 4 with no blog and 20 blogs with at least one post. Round Valley returned only three; and Springerville seven of which one is by invitation only. So, I changed my profile to read Valle Redondo.  Here is a good, concise personal idea describing the area by a chap called Rusty.

     I have the emmigrants yearning to return home to a past that no longer exists. This morning I listened to a programme about W B Yeats's  The Lake Isle of Innisfree, a poem he came to detest reciting in inverse proportion to it's popularity . . . Yeats wrote the poem when he was twenty-three or four years old.