A Poem for the Day

I’ve been to Sligo in Ireland, and Yeats grave. For me -our farm is my Innisfree. Lake Isle of Innisfreeby WB Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in…