Poems
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11th of the 11th
Old soldier’s tears silently fallHis suffering we must never ignoreHe carries deep scars of atrocities pastOf sadly, a sometimes-forgotten war. His hands now gnarled, misshapenDecades […]
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At The End of a Norfolk Lane
Blue-framed window cottage, across from meadows and trees, where hares playfully box, in summer’s whispered breeze…
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Ten Beautiful Seagulls
A poem about ten seagulls sitting in a line. It was inspired by watching these beautiful birds by the beach near my home in Suffolk.
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Across A Pink Washed Sky
So day will soon be gone, and seagulls with outstretched wings, fly home across a pink washed sky…
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Little Rose
Little perfect rose, opening to the sun, petals gently unfurl, one by one.
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Never Too Old To Jump in Puddles
Never too old to jump in puddles. To kick leaves on an Autumn day. Never too old to marvel at a rainbow. As the sun and rain come together to play.
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Trees and Small Boys
A poem about fractured bark, stretching limbs and happy memories. Dedicated to our precious son, James.
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