About Carol Ann Ross
A native of the Carolina coast, she remembers a time when life there was very different than it is today. After decades away she has returned and is now devoted to writing about those colorful and captivating days before progress changed things forever.
This week on the Blog:
A poem by John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I…