My dad on his deathbed.
Category Archives: Poetry
Happy
The world is beautiful, I can’t be sadmy life is full of joy and I am gladthe trees are full of fruit for me to eatapples and pears, so ripe they taste so sweet. So warm a site, watching the children playthe sun is shining on a lovely daythe branches bow along the avenuetheir welcomeContinue reading “Happy”
Winter’s Walk
The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”
Dancing Flowers
A recurring childhood experience at the age of around 4 to 8 years old and again in my 50s.
By The Lake
I left the gravel park and hurried soto get a seat and starenumber plates lined neatly in a rowchildren run without a care. Nestled in among the treesacross the lake a chapel spirepointing up towards the skybut towering so much higher. A rabbit runs across the fernsstirred by a searching houndin panic it darts toContinue reading “By The Lake”
What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)
`Ever laid under the gleaming stars?Watched with awe on a moon-lit nightwalked through the woods in pitch darknessheard her screech, a barn owl in flight. A silent flight on spread out wingso quiet you do not hear a soundand then at once her voice is thereyou`re wide awake, hear your heart pound. Still walking onContinue reading “What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)”
The Vagrant
Brother can you spare some change food for a weary man, maybe a drink I’m so hungry I’m quite ill I’ve not eaten for three days, I think. Thank you, kind sir, you really are for I’ve travelled many miles and towns I’ve really come quite far you see most people stare and tut andContinue reading “The Vagrant”
Charity
The Ruling Classes
I walked into a restaurant one daylooking for a bite to eatall the folk were making merrysome dancing on their feet. Eating juicy steakslobster and fine cuisinewashed down with sparkling wineyou know what I mean. Their faces were familiar for I’d seen them on the news living in their second homes – and fancy Mews.Continue reading “The Ruling Classes”
The Poison
It sails on the morning breezegoes through the bushes and trees touches the hedge rows and fieldsIt catches you if you kneel you can stand up if you wantYou can be small, like an ant you can climb ladder or stairit will get you anywhere or go way down belowin the cellar you know orContinue reading “The Poison”
