The Roll Right Stones
Up on a hill
A tree lined grove
Growing still
As the legend goes
All turned to stone
The king &
his soldiers
Remain alone
All these centuries
Rigid they
Found a witch who was in their way
They didn’t listen
To the wise old crone
Who stood her ground
About Rex Tyler
I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.