High in the Long Mynd
Ignoring the sharp wind
A mother and her foal
Are at ease as they dine
Cars stop, passengers admire
These … Read the rest
Poetry
High in the Long Mynd
Ignoring the sharp wind
A mother and her foal
Are at ease as they dine
Cars stop, passengers admire
These … Read the rest
A track high in the Long Mynd
Do you wonder how many generations
Have walked and been amazed
As around them sheep and horses grazed… Read the rest
Under the grey and stormy sky
The old dead tree still stands tall
And if you stop beside
You will hear her cry
Her branches … Read the rest
The flowers in our garden
Call out your name
The flowers in our garden
Can hear your pain
The flowers in our garden
Say walk … Read the rest
Through frosty streets in a market town
Where winter’s winds cut to the bone
And hearts want to groan
On this Sunday night in the … Read the rest
The Market Drayton carnival is coming
A day of colour and fun
And hopefully lots of sun
A carnival parade
Around the streets of the … Read the rest
Morning dew shines where the roses grow
Birds share their secrets in the trees
Sunrise paints a promise on a summer sky
Every flower waking … Read the rest
Poppies dance where wild winds blow
Red flags in a green array
Softly they bow and rise again
Beautiful in the summer rain
No guiding … Read the rest
The ladies in the FDC café
Are like the fairies in the forest
Thought of very highly
And their service is the best
The town … Read the rest
Do you listen to the news, do you read what they say?
It’s all about doom and gloom, every hour, every day
Wars and disasters, … Read the rest