Ode to the moon.

I woke very early this morning, and saw the moon and thought I wish I could write a poem about the moon. But I must admit I really don't get on with poetry I have tried, nursery rhymes I can do with the grandchildren , but poetry I cannot. Maybe because at school it always the boring bits of poetry that the teachers taught put me off. Mind you I must admit I do like Edward Lear I somehow connect to him, strange.

Murder mystery.

I found a book for the coming winter to read,Mystery In White, byJ.Jefferson Farjeon.
I have not come across this author before, so it will be interesting to read this book.
He is not a well known author for today's readers, but was a major figure during the Golden Age of murder between the two world wars.
He had the skill of making his books rather creepy, which I think is ideal for winter reading.
This story is based on a train being stuck in the countryside in winter, that's why I have chose it for a book to read in winter and it's a murder mystery. I enjoy reading about murder mysteries on trains.
So by the looks of things this is going to be a really good read.
So when I finish it I will let you know if I enjoyed it , I got a funny feeling I will.