by Jan Hedger | Nov 26, 2007 | Poetry
New life, little heart Big love, to impart Tiny fingers, tiny toes Rosy cheeks, button nose A newborns cry A whispered sigh, Of contentment A joy to behold More precious than gold Rewarding, fulfilling Many hands all-willing To hold to cuddle All in a huddle, Of...
by Jan Hedger | Nov 23, 2007 | Poetry
My fingers are torn and bleeding My skin has shrunk to my bones I have no strength, such is my hunger Starvation is cruel and unyielding And the cold, always the cold Their is no heat here in Ho8 ‘The tunnels below the earth’. I swing my pick axe, and a Small piece of...
by Jan Hedger | Nov 23, 2007 | Poetry
Why do you assault me? I have been here for millions of years Solid, whole and unyielding. I shake with my anger at your invasion And cover your bodies in my sandstone dust. You have joined me now, Here for ever.
by Jan Hedger | Nov 9, 2007 | Poetry
As the poppy petals fall It is then I recall A winters November eve Cosy and warm, with my mom In front of the tele Watching the Remembrance service From the grand Albert Hall It was important, she said To remember. I didn’t understand then Just knew my heart felt...
by Jan Hedger | Nov 3, 2007 | Poetry
The bruised red velvet petals of the three red roses curled in tight; in solidarity; against the invasion of their inner selves Not so the brazen lily, who bared its soul its fiery orange tongue; resplendent Soft, pink lacy fingers of the unassuming astilbe reached...
