by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
When the poet Dylan Thomas wrote these lines in 1947 I have no idea how he knew so many people ’round Poosey. He drank a good deal so maybe he was just imagining things, but more and