Grief
The eye of age sees in events Not only now, but then. They leave behind a baggage trail Which leads us back into the past...
Read more arrow_forwardThe eye of age sees in events Not only now, but then. They leave behind a baggage trail Which leads us back into the past...
Read more arrow_forwardPatience is a virtue Virtue is a grace Grace is a little girl Who wouldn't wash her face. Patience, along with the others, Chastity,...
Read more arrow_forwardWe are still writing the Music of the Spheres. My next task is to write a children's song about the universe. A large topic. Awed...
Read more arrow_forwardWe are beginning our journey into space for the next Children's song cycle for the Abbey in May with the Atom. Eventually, I worked out...
Read more arrow_forwardMy lovely son Paul, whose mission is to enrich the culture of TFL, has asked me to try my hand at writing a poem conflating...
Read more arrow_forwardWhen my grandchildren have a dispute over something - they both want the same pen; Inigo wants to sit on Tilly's head and she would...
Read more arrow_forwardTendring District Council in Essex has been criticised over proposed changes to its Careline service that will see pensioners charged around £26 to be picked...
Read more arrow_forwardI'm spending too much time on trains these days.... Hallo, there! I'm Jackie Jackie. Won't you come and join me in my buffet car?...
Read more arrow_forwardLove yearning to curve its comfort round the world, warming the living and the dead, trapped in a narrow cage of bones tight with sorrow,...
Read more arrow_forwardA wind blew out of the East. Blew and Blew and Blew. Houses and fences and cars Flowers and donkeys and teddy bears Flew and...
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