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When I was a great deal younger than today, and first embarked on a life devoted to poetry, I made a decision to write a one verse poem every te..

The Poetry Barn wasn’t really a barnIt was merely an old farm house,It sat on the acres of Eddington’s Farm,Surrounded by sheep and by cow..

They bet me I couldn’t spend the night Locked up in the Abbot’s loft, Up where recusants once, in fright Would wait for the s..

He spoke of the stream that flowed uphill In a grotto, long forgot, Then said the stream would be flowing still, And I could believe,..

‘I’d swear that the sun is hotter,’ she said, ‘It’s hotter than I can recall, The garden’s turned int..

There’s not much of anything I can recall From the time that we lived in the lane, Only the puddles of rainwater eddying With the w..

Somebody said it was HalloweenI hadn’t a clue till then,But the street was full of pumpkin headsCarved out, with the candles in,And the kids kep..

‘Why do you colour your lips so black, Darken your piercing eyes, What are you hiding behind your back, Have you been telling me lies? Why a..

I wasn’t impressed with the spiked black railingsKeeping the residents in,They swept around to the padlocked gatesLike a prison for mortal sin,B..

The Albert Mall was a narrow streetNamed after the dying prince,Where Queen Victoria donned the ragsOf a widow, ever since.She’d sat outside in ..