[POEMS] The Red Wheelbarrow

Once upon a time in a London town, Where office labourers lived, Where habitants frowned. There lived a little girl with a bright red cloak, Bright red boots and a little red bow, Skipping along the pavement, contrasting from city smoke. In her hands, she pushes a little red wheelbarrow. Eyes as bright as rubies,…

[PERSONAL] Update

So… Where do I start… I haven’t written anything for around a year… Maybe more I apologise. When I first started this extremely short-lived blog I thought it would continue for a little longer. Not lasting three blogs long and eventually giving up. I don’t really stick to things when I start them. I either…