by Terry Maltby | Jul 13, 2017 | Poetry
QUIET MOMENTS I go in quiet moments To sit and be still To a place where the birds Fly over the hill I go in quiet moments To stand and to stare Out over green meadows That harbour the hare I go in quiet moments And let the world pass While I languish and lie In the...
by Terry Maltby | Jul 10, 2017 | Poetry
LIBERTY Build a house of brick and stone Let it stand for all to see A monument to you alone To you alone and Liberty Set a seed of English oak Let it grow wild and free Strong and stout to evoke To evoke sweet Liberty Free a bird, trapped in a cage Free it for the...
by Terry Maltby | Jan 28, 2017 | Poetry
Two more from Terry Maltby THE VOID IS TOO WIDE You stand at the far end I stand two thirds You have your opinions And I have my words We don’t know the answers To the questions inside For you’re at the far end And the void is too wide The morning is waiting The night...
by Terry Maltby | Nov 7, 2016 | Poetry
England my England is going England of my father’s has gone England of tomorrow is blowing In like a darkening storm The tide of the century is turning As it turned in centuries before But this time sadly I’m learning It is turning as never before England my England...
by Terry Maltby | Oct 7, 2016 | Poetry
I stood in the wood at midnight I heard her weep and sigh As the old white owl came hunting So swift and silent by When the old white owl came hunting With cruel and piercing eye There in the wood at midnight Some creature sure would die I stood in the wood at...
