by David Killelay | Sep 15, 2009 | Poetry
No cat dish upon the floor No sniffing the air at outside door No litter tray to wash and clean Not a cat hair to be seen No all seeing eyes lifted in the air Watching us as we get in our chair No gentle leap that does no harm As one black cat jumps on the arm No...
by David Killelay | Sep 1, 2009 | Poetry
A fifth of a dog was raised today Thank you, thank you we have to say Was it his Nose, his Legs, Tail or Bark? By Residents & Friends at Nettleton park Raffles and stalls or tea and short cakes Or guess the weight from a young man that bakes Painted nails by a...
by David Killelay | Aug 24, 2009 | Poetry
A big Thank you to you ‘’Forces Mums’’ Who worry at home about their Girls and Sons There comes a time we can’t hold their hand Make a wish or wave a magic wand We have to trust a higher power To be with them in dangers hour Trust their training and their good mates...
by David Killelay | Aug 6, 2009 | Poetry
’Will the market be gone’’? Under the town hall clock people meet Through the crowds and milling feet In all weathers, through the rain and the shine Don’t remember when it showed the right time High above the market so tall Sticking out from that yonder wall Its...
by David Killelay | Aug 1, 2009 | Poetry
A Blyton Lad When at school Very deaf but no ones fool Playing cricket whilst still young People feared the balls he’d flung Also in the football game His success was local fame Then he met an awesome beauty To groom and show, became his duty County shows far and wide...
