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Beyond that silence and that still A brumous mist descends the hill. Whose eulogy contains the line- ‘All are, in time, to dust confined?’ Abandoned like a rusting plough- Milton Hall’s a fading memory now. Although they were to privilege born Their cross lies...

Water voles thrive in this green oasis; protected, a Haven to breed and quietly sit and nibble grasses Inner sanctum of burrows for sleep. Water Mint and Tendrils of Brooklime creep. Green rush wetland spurs Cuckoo flower in spring. Paths lead on, weaving through...

Hope knows no fear It does not prey on the weak Nor does it depend on the breaking down of goodwill Hope rises with the belief That life is a precious gift beyond meaning Hope does not depend or wait on weakness Hope depends on the soul to tackle the inner demons one...

I am learning the road to perfection Is along distance And some may say out of reach But I am learning that there is no harm In the human form trying to achieve perfection For in life we are but only A walk away from destruction or an empire An over whelming desire to...

St Andrew’s Bridge was where they all came The sad, and the lonely, and the might-have-been To drown in a river with a once-famed name And be laid on a slab till the faculty claimed. And some would come to be ‘hanged til’ death’ And to curse the judge with their dying...