The Shire Stallion

Where are you now, my gentle giant? Friend of my childhood, my brave standard bearer. I remember so well the battles we fought. Waterloo, Inkerman, Ladysmith. We were so brave. You carried me, reigns held taught. The Red Dragon of Wales, our standard proclaiming....

The River

You lazily wander, through pastures Green, Curling your way as you flow to the sea. Sand Martins, Kingfishers, live in your banks. Tail swishing cattle, stand cooling their flanks. The sunshine reflecting the Golden Gorse, In shallows you gurgle your baby talk. Why do...

PEDESTRICIANS ONLY.

The Town Planners looked down to see what they had created. We’ve done it! We’ve done it! It’s almost completed. The bricks are so clean, laid out so neatly. It’s all been done really quite cheaply. The Public, and employers will no doubt be grateful? Oh we are! Yes...

To Kathy and Nick on their special day.

I think with pride of the things you’ve done, And those you plan to do. The times we shared together, Kathy- Thanks for being you, And from those precious times One memory to share with all. A Cotswold dawn in Wychwood, Awakening birds start to sing Dawn chorus...