by Robert Carson | Oct 12, 2009 | Poetry
Derwentwater, enveiled in spectral mist Upon whose shores young lovers kissed. Watendlath, perched high above the lakes In quiet contentment morning waits… The beauty of the Lodore Falls Rich pastureland and drystonewalls. Through the Jaws of Borrowdale down...
by Robert Carson | Oct 9, 2009 | Poetry
While people for their loved-ones wept Down the streets the water swept. The cathedral looked a forlorn sight. Sandstone-walls glowed red with rage The angels for the city prayed. Shops and pubs were like rubble strewn The once proud city stood in ruin. ‘The...
by Robert Carson | Oct 7, 2009 | Poetry
It is those myriad little things Which true contentment often brings. The rowan, and the chestnut trees What treasure could compare with these… On paths, you walk where reveries led Unhappy thoughts are easily shed. Your marriage, and the children born When...
by Robert Carson | Oct 5, 2009 | Poetry
They ate flowers and leaves, boiled glue for soup Took on a gaunt and haunted look. The starving children, death all around That constant shelling pound pound pound. The women of Leningrad held the city Would no-one hear their pleas for pity? Their husbands, and sons,...
by Robert Carson | Sep 30, 2009 | Poetry
‘Their blood is as precious as your blood.’ Though, few would deny that truth When it’s your life, or their life The message of universal love is of little worth Sinned against -whose cause is just? So much air and so much...
