Hi Bob, and very glad to hear your news.

When locusts move on, they leave nothing behind

all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost...

the opening line particularly with its twist on the old English folksaying "all that glitters is not gold", is rather fetching, and I personally have an affection for half-rhymes like "glitter/wither" in English verse.  Tolkien had a facility with metric verse (an unkind carping critic might mutter "doggerel", but imho unfairly) comparable to Kipling's...

... and that tradition comes home to "serious" verse with Auden, probably by a narrow margin and out of a wide field my favourite of the English poets -- and thence down to modern times in the bitter work of Larkin, another favourite...

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