 |
He’d
wandered into the party through
The
French Doors, facing the lake,
Was
vague, and missing a bob or two,
Perhaps
he’d..
|
 |
The
doctors said: ‘Take her away,
There’s
nothing we can do,
The
life is seeping from her blood
Her
soul is weeping too,
..
|
 |
Ambrose
stood at the cottage step
A
bouquet in his hand,
He’d
come to woo sweet Adeline
From
a strange and far off land,
The..
|
 |
I
had shot a couple of pheasants,
Was
returning, deep from the wood,
Avoiding
the crackle of branches, making
As
little noise as I co..
|
 |
‘Life
is a great disappointment,’ mused
The
sailor on the quay,
And
he sighed again, and frowned, and then
Looked
sadly o..
|
 |
The
Castle that stood in the farmer’s field
Was
a grey and battered shrine,
As
kids we’d clamber the battlements
And
imag..
|
 |
‘How
much longer this drought,’ he said,
‘The
creeks are running dry,
There’s
not a lot in the reservoir
And
..
|
 |
The
old man sat at his cottage door
As
the soldiers came to town,
And
laughed as the trucks went rumbling by,
Laughed
as the soldiers..
|
 |
I
have this recurring nightmare where
I’m
wandering round a farm,
It’s
out in the middle of nowhere, just
A
milking shed ..
|
 |
Their
shadows stir and mutter
But
too low for you to hear,
They
often lapse in silence, when
A
group of you appear,
They
hunch do..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This