Date: Mon, 4 Aug 1997 18:07:22 +0100 From: John Bailey Subject: FILL: INTRO: John Bailey Hi, Folks... My name is John Bailey, I'm 58, and English. I've been lurking for a few days, following the subs, the crits and some, not all, of the fills on the group. This morning I plucked up courage for a moment, darted from the shadows, posted a poem, and dashed back again. I'm not shy, I just don't seek the limelight. Then I realized I should have posted a BIO first. Retired from a working life which pushed such things aside I would sometimes look out the window and dream of poetry. I now look out the window of my little wooden retirement house on a hill overlooking the Bristol Channel and try to write the stuff. I like to sit quietly of an evening, cat on lap, trying not to remember what it was like to smoke a pipe, listen to music, and let the words of the day sieve through my mind. In the morning, sometimes, there's the start of a poem. Sometimes, not. What else can I say? Except to ask indulgence for my crazy British spelling and usage. John Bailey Somerset, England