by Don Holmes | Oct 2, 2010 | Stories
The wood was darker than she imagined and the noises of the scurrying animals frightened her more than she would admit. It had seemed such a good idea to run away from home and escape the inevitable punishment that must surely have followed after spilling the contents...
by Don Holmes | Sep 23, 2010 | Poetry
With white shuttered windows And baskets of flowers The cottage was perfect A place to spend hours The inside was cosy An inglenook fire A space to relax in For folk to retire All this was dressing A respectable stance For this was a place Where the Devil would dance...
by Don Holmes | Sep 14, 2010 | Poetry
It seems those people paying taxes Can’t keep the rest that just relaxes The Tories say they’ll turn the tide And stop the slackers easy ride They say to do this is repugnant And many of us will be redundant Thus cutting costs at one swift stroke Before the country...
by Don Holmes | Aug 18, 2010 | Poetry
On village greens in each county Buglers would give out the call To labourers scything the harvest And masons repairing the walls The drummers would beat out a rhythm That few of the crowd could resist Recruiters would badger the shy ones Until not a soul had been...
by Don Holmes | Aug 14, 2010 | Poetry
We may be parted and alone The days be long and dark The rain may fall incessantly And still the morning lark But dance we will despite the weather And walk through fields of fragrant heather On summer days as evening falls My heart will long for you Its love will...
