A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
It is indeed and it’s not so wee a bit of effort. Anything done well takes time and concentration and a great deal of effort; it’s much appreciated and greatly enjoyed. 🌟
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Lovely. The poem and illustration both!
Thanks, Kate, he can say more with pencil lines than I can with words!
Love reading your poems; love hearing them read even more.
Very kind of you, Nancy.
It’s good to know the wee extra effort is appreciated, thank you.
It is indeed and it’s not so wee a bit of effort. Anything done well takes time and concentration and a great deal of effort; it’s much appreciated and greatly enjoyed. 🌟
Such graceful and dancing rhythm and sounds that carry the meaning.
Just beautiful.
And the wee rhyme in the middle is so mischievous
(That said, I want to slap her! 😉 )
I kinda like the wee rhyme myself, Jenne!
But this is a violence-free blog (sometimes).
Gorgeous. Soft and sweet, floating away.
Thanks, Trish, happy it worked for you