One of my sisters sent me this when I told her that I was taking too long to write and keep finding distractions keeping me away from what I know I want to do. Wonderful Keats:

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,

Before high pil’d & grave’d books, in charactry,

Hold like rich gamers the full ripen’d grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And feel that I may never live to trace

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!

That shall I never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love;- then on the shore

of the wide world I stand alone, and think,

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Good writing all you poets out there

Denny Bradbury