The proud old lineage

A poem by Reg Naulty

by Reg Naulty 9th October 2020

We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why
(James Elroy Flecker)

When found, they are free
to follow their imaginations, gladly,
wherever they may lead:

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