A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
Read more ...A Tale of Two Cities
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A TALE OF TWO CITIES
A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
Read more ...A Nocturne
After my father died there was a terrible silence, We searched for memories, One day someone sent a painting he had done Back to us. A nocturne in the true style of Whistler, My father was a great admirer of
Read more ...Sea Dream
Oh for a deck beneath my feet And a turning tide, For a tall ship of oak or teak Give me the sea to ride. Oh for the smell of tar my friends, And the rolling oakham song, Oh
Read more ...Lambourn
An old road, an ancient way, Of stories told of other days, The downland rolls like an ocean deep. Great waves of hills that have gone to sleep. Unseen on high the skylarks sing, Where buzzards soar on
Read more ...THE MALVERN HILLS
High, high, looming out of the green plain Rise the Malvern hills. Their jagged skyline snags you, you’re hooked. Blue in the morning, green in the afternoon, black at night, Cloaked and hooded by mist In strange wizardry. I climbed
Read more ...Canada Water
Great hulks of ships line the wharf. They speak in groans and creeks, The sky is full of masts and yards, sails furled Gently swinging in the wind. The tide sucks at their side lapping and lushing, Hushing and washing
Read more ...Hay Bluff
From up here on the Bluff The fields are pocket-handkerchiefs The clouds below paint moving shadows on the land; The Bluff stands like giants shoulders, The heads removed, They rise with perilous slopes even a sheep could tumble on. The
Read more ...La Reine Blanche
Lunchtime And the fresh moose lipped smack Of cool beer, gently lapping; The clack, clack of the French Cricket pitch of a pool table, Surrounded by bow-legged beeches, And stirrup-worn boots Tired of riding. A breakfast bagette droops wearily Across
Read more ...The Fall
Autumn was a glut It poured forth its libations upon us. Blackberries like jet Hanging like grapes shining, swelling, Apples varnished with sunshine, Plums in vacant bloom Like a sunset full of colour. Nuts full to rattling. Crab apples
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