There never were…
There never were… hayfields, in my childhood’s fondly cherished memories. No rural idylls nurtured our youngest years. Between us and …
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the corner boys
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The Perfect Panama Hat
In pursuit of the perfect panama Sometimes, it would appear, size does matter! At least it is so, when from …
A Rondelet with Violets
A rondelet with violets Our Violets so shy, always so beautiful, Our violets, like our Herb Roberts and Primroses, bonny …
HE THOUGHT THE NIGHT WAS JUST BEGINNING
He thought the night was just beginning. There had been lights, bright, welcoming. There had been voices calling him. Men’s …
The Azores High, Spoken Version
In this lovely Summer time to re-present a sunny weather poem,The Azores High, a spoken version
the azores high
The Azores High Here is the latest weather forecast: A large area of high pressure remains settled from south of …
the vanities of ages
The vanities of ages This being vain about our times is surely now a vice, where before it became a …
beyond ailsa craig (spoken)
A journey through some earliest memories and across the seas beyond great rocks to a safe haven’s shores
Activities Overview Three
Activities Overview Three Now seems a good time to update this section of my blog. I write this in early …
