golden world white, trees. feathers.Horses galloping
Tree and Light House Bees and Honey sweetheart Golden hair
Labours day in Liverpool
At the end of the sweet lanes and standing now high on a hill. Looking down on a neat fishing village
Tears of the barefoot woman
Birds and water are all featured in my writes, everything to do with nature.
The strands of different creatures.Some enjoying, others escaping disaster.
The day the light went out-would there be a sun again? The king of rain and the queen of beauty have concern !
The bells are clear and summon us to arise!
I walk along this troubled time-the miles are stars that always shine
A few words to think of the innocents of the world who are incarcerated in prisons and other such places. .....
The year is in the 1920s/40s It is about the respect that three sailor boys had for their Mother. These Merchant navy sailors never missed a day of sending post-cards home to their Mother in the Wirral near Liverpool. It also illustrates the dedicated hard work of the many people engaged in the...
A little tale about an evening walk in the local park when passing a young girl who was upset and crying. She was sitting on a petrol station wall, my dogs were attracted to her, and seemed sad at her sadness. A true story of events when exercising my dogs.
This is a verse about the plight of a fishing village. They are to be denied their lives work in the fishing industry-----the land is possibly being sold to a French company for a nuclear plant.
Walk with me! We will wander down the orange coloured trail by mangrove valley near to Ho Chi Minh city
A few words about the events in the1940s and 1950s which were in anticipation of the Vietnam Massacre.
A Poem inspired by the strength and solidarity of the Liverpool Dockers and all Dockers of the World.
A poem based on everyday happenings in a busy city
A Poem inspired by the murderous action of Israeli's boarding a peace boat taking much needed medical aid to Palestine.
A poem about a black squirrel who is befriended by a grey cat
Just a little poem with a twist of irony about the daily life of two Magpies.
A poem inspired by the death of the Pope,when the bells from the near bye church rang constantly for many, many hours.