Revisiting the magic of Point Pelee in mid-May and storing up memories for the days when I wear my trousers rolled.
When I Grow Old and Wear the Bottom of My Trousers Rolled: Point Pelee
December 17th, 2011 No Comments
Tags: birds · metaphor · Michael Robert Dyet · migration · Point Pelee · Prufrock · T.S. Eliot
Cultivating the Art of Being Prufrock
March 26th, 2011 2 Comments
Taking the advice of T.S. Eliot and reclaiming a precious gift lost amongst the hustle and bustle.
Tags: J. Alfred Prufrock · metaphor · Michael Robert Dyet · T.S. Eliot
WHEN I GROW OLD AND WEAR MY TROUSERS ROLLED
June 20th, 2010 1,142 Comments
Dallying for a few moments in memory time capsules of childhood which I imagine I will return to when I grow old… I grow old…
Tags: Brook Pond · memories · metaphor · Michael Robert Dyet · Norfolk County Fair · T.S. Eliot · Waterford Ponds