by A. R. Lewis | Nov 7, 2007 | Poetry
To walk the woods, and hills of yesteryear, See again the wonders of nature’s treasures. Ignore the ageing heart beat fears. Walk the paths of ancient forefathers, Along the hills of purple heather. Rest beneath the Rowan’s shade, Watch the Red Kite swoop and fade....
by A. R. Lewis | Nov 7, 2007 | Poetry
The pictures on the telly, flicker and show The disgusting scenes of another war. People lying dead, houses on fire, Weeping children, Old ladies praying. The reporter trying to find words to describe The horror he sees, and has seen before. The elderly man watching...
by A. R. Lewis | Nov 1, 2007 | Poetry
First voice: Tail flicking wagtails, yellow and pied, Darting and catching their insect food, Their young at their heels, begging for more. Tail swishing cows cropping ancient herbage, Their pollen covered hooves, and yellow lips, Fertilising the masses of buttercups,...
by A. R. Lewis | Oct 20, 2007 | Poetry
Auburn hair shining. Smiling so sweetly. I fell Completely, deeply And so truly enchanted, Enraptured, my heart captured.
by A. R. Lewis | Oct 20, 2007 | Poetry
Kneeling , So still Beneath the tree, His empty sten across his knee, Looking so alive, the blue face of death Belied it, defending his comrades, he gave his life, Beneath a tree kneeling.
