I don’t know about you my blogging friends but I have to disagree with this quote from Samule Johnson…
‘No one but a blockhead writes,
except for money’.
What about for pleasure and companionship? or does this poem describe us all?
Faceless, nameless people.
Anonymous surfers of the net.
Like unseen butterflies flitting from site to site,
Gathering information nectar,
Browsing the work of others,
Reading, viewing, scanning, clicking,
Enjoying the sites that adorn the internet
Like flowers in a global garden…
Here is a lovely poem about the friendships we make with our online friends.
My husband has finally gone to work
My children have finished their play
they’ve gone to bed their stories read
Now it’s my time of day.
I’ve had one of those days
you know what I mean
so I sit back and relax
and turn on my screen.
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