Featured poems:

Written for Christmas, 2020:

Written for Remembrance Day, 2020:

MINIATURE POEMS

If all Sorrow is banished from our world,

        And happiness left to flow,

All rivers and streams could ripple with joy,

       Just as the grass would grow.

Upon the lakes the tides would sing,

       An effusion of no woe,

Ripples would dance, and nature would laugh,

      And then Sorrow would surely know.

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Wisdom is in the wisest of words,

Whether wise or weak or worrisome words,

Whispered or wild or wishful words,

Whatever the wisdom, we wait on those words.

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The Winter Solstice

Brings anew:

Dark days, dark times,

The unbearable two.

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I always look o’er the rise, where the stream doth flow,

For beside the sparkling waters is where the hamlet people go.

They reside in old thatched cottages, with a garden and unlocked door,

But this does not worry the hamlet folk, as that is what neighbours are for.