Slip your hand in this warm glove And feel the warmth that is our love, A leathered outer for the cold, A woollen lining to enfold Your kind and gentle...
Under cloudless, quiet skies Silence like a blanket lies, While from the woods hushed shadows creep To beckon minds to dream and sleep And wake into a noiseless day Where...
In this bright heaven of gleaming lakes, This paradise of silver streams, We join our hearts, our minds, our hopes, And all our shining, precious dreams. And by these waters...
If within us there’s a gene for rhyming, And one, perhaps, for a subtle timing, A third that bends to philosophical, A fourth that tends to metaphorical, A fifth that...
You are the boy who never walks but always runs, The king of all the grids, And stones, and pans and lids, Still to be blessed by the warmth of...
From the deepest purples to palest blues You light our lives in iridescent ways, Olivia of the lovely red shoes. Through your life all colours are yours to choose, Blaze,...
Claire Louise, Claire Louise Whisper her softly As a breeze Claire Louise, Claire Louise A poet In his wordy splendour Might breathe Such magic sounds as these. Claire Louise, Claire...
Little man upon my knee, The little man on my TV, Take one small step, Yours for me, His for humanity. The silver bauble over my head Is the silver...
A wobbly Webley in my fist. “Hold it steady….” instructed Bert. “Aim along it. Oh, you’ve missed.” At least the blackbird wasn’t hurt. Not so the others lying prone, Neatly...
Do you know what makes no din? Three dead mice in a biscuit tin. Three very dead mice in a very cold tin. It happened like this: Bert gave Irene...
