Monthly Archives: June 2015
Knock’ Knock’ whose there? Leigh, Walter, Amelia and others who were like you and me before they got caught in a moment that changed them into heroes. Now remembered with awe and thanksgiving in the serene green of London. Advertisements
To a meadow brown. Dance, delicate fairy of the fields And with your unseeing eye Show me the way through paradise To the garden of delight.
On grief and disappointment’ My eyes shall weep a sea of tears to wash away my pain. I will mourn at the dawn at noon and the rising of the moon. But this will pass. I will accept my lot … Continue reading
Two London Plane trees Yellow beaked blackbird find worm and poet Ann sits.
Beauty, serenity, peace in the streets of the old city where the bombs dropped long ago the ghosts of the past are all here. and with the blackbird, and the butterfly are watching us; and listening to the ancient church … Continue reading
I like the red flower because it is beautiful. . .