Random Thoughts

I was looking through some of my old sketch books today and found this odd little entry from July 8, 1979.  I doodled, drew, and painted this flying thing many times over the years.  But it never quite got out of the hanger. 

Blyre Mythe

In Search of the Blyre Mythe

Where not,
   but to see
here again,
   beneath the sea,
a land so close,
   a place so far,
derived in part
  from that which is me.
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In childhood known
   and now forgotten.