Poetry Club #3: The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats

This week, I thought I’d reflect on a poem that’s always been close to my heart since reading it in school so many years ago. It’s a poem whose arisal always brings a question in tow: “where’s your Innisfree?” It’s one I’ve been enjoying this week again as I return home to my own little slice of the Lake Isle. It’s good when home has its own edge of Inn…