I’ve given a gift of poetry this week – a book for a birthday – Ted Hughes’ Crow – and I’ve listened to some storylines and poetry by WB Yeats at the Bridport Story Cafe, then I have dipped into some poetry penned by my grandfather several decades ago.  Sometimes I write a little something myself – a poem, a haiku, a lyric for a song and yes, I would like poetry in #MyTime, my quiet time and sometimes my noisy time.