Oft of a summer’s day
Have I turned away
To write.
I shall go out tomorrow
And forget my words
In the singing of birds.
But when night
Falls, I shall return what I borrow
From my ever present friend
Old Father Time
And my brief rhyme
Shall reach it’s end.
Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969.
Having graduated with a BA (joint hons) in history and politics and a
MA in political theory, from University College of Swansea, Kevin
moved to London where he now lives and works.
Kevin began writing poetry in 2012. Being blind he uses a standard
Windows computer with a screen reader called Jaws, which transcribes
print into speech and braille.
Kevin blogs at newauthoronline.com, where many of his poems can be
found, together with links to his published works.
Go Dog Go Café 
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Many thanks for kindly sharing my guest post. Kind regards, Kevin
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Thank you for hosting me on your blog, which is much appreciated.
Kevin
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My thanks to Go Dog Go Café for hosting me on their blog and publishing my poem “Oft of a Summer’s Day”.
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Thank you very much for being our Guest today, Kevin, and for sharing such an excellent poem that feels connected to some of the finest poems written, just has a great feel to it. Wonderful that you stopped by! Frequent us often – Stephen
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Thank you, Stephen for your extremely kind words. I am really pleased that you like my poem and I shall certainly return often.
Very best wishes, Kevin
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It is my pleasure Kevin, we will keep a seat for you and have your favorite roast ready.
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Thank you. I am extremely fond of roast beef with all the trimmings and lots of gravy!
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Coming right up!
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