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Crose Mere
Great Tit sings unseen from bare fingered branches; whilst man is in view Grebes stretch graceful necks on rippling silver mere; whilst man is trapped ashore Skylarks dance on air defying gravity; whilst man is floundering Cloven footed bulls spread their weight...
Five Senses of an April Day
The bows across the violins bending the oatmeal grass. She heard Vivaldi The rich dark peat beneath springs radiant energy. She felt Earth and Fire The pas de deux of balletic butterflies in the briefest love She saw Romeo and Juliet Sweetened butter adorning spikes...
Black Water (Whixall Moss)
Time for me is immaterial as I lie waiting – a deep hollow of entrapment blackness leaching into my sunless soul a completeness of no reflection. I am totally blind, but I can sense movement – and I wait. Why am I waiting? I wait because I am starved. Starved as the...
MY GARDEN
My garden is a place i love to be It’s like an island set in a tempestuous sea Where i can withdraw from the problems of life From a world torn with trouble and strife It’s a place where contentment can be found In appreciating the beauty which is all around Above the...
“Should this Day without me Dawn”
Remember me who once did pass this way Who felt the warmth of Sun upon their face Who dreamt thru darkest nights of brand new day In learning how to love, didst life embrace Somehow I’ve bid existence “au revoir” Unknowing that which now hath come too soon No more in...
Home at Last
He’s home at last, a mother’s son, a fine young man, his duty done; Yet not for him the fond embrace, a loving kiss, a smiling face Or cries of joy to laugh and cheer the safe return of one so dear; It is his lot to show the world a soldier’s fate as flags unfurl And...