A Child Remembers

The ornate gates, and imposing pillars, erected in memory of all who died in WW1, now also for WW2 ,and those who gave their lives in all wars since. A fitting cenotaph where the people of Oswestry, Shropshire, England, could meet to show their respect and gratitude to the fallen. On this day we met […]

Wimbledon – Game, Set and Match

Marching, swaggering, at the head of his troops. Arms swinging, rifles gleaming, in perfect stride. The people all smiling, waving, some even crying, For they all knew we were back from Dunkirk, Now to rest, retrain on Wimbledon Common. The assistants of that posh hairdressing salon, Leaned out of the window of the first floor, […]

The Witching Hour

A raven croaked, flitted across the Castle ruins. Pale streaks of moonshine casting shadows. Wierd shapes of ruined walls, looked menacing. The Witching hour neared it’s time. A shrieking Witch, long nosed and pointed hat, Broomstck and cat screamed around the castle walls, Signalling the Ghosties and Ghoulies to play, To a cresendo of shrieks […]

The Whitlow

Looking down at his right index finger, He saw the scar remained, as did that curved fingernail. Not thought of for years, the memory now vivid, The whitlow, the pain, and the delirium, And the heat of the bread poultice. The old Doctor flitting in and out of his dreams, Muttering, ‘Not ripe, not ripe. […]

The Thresher’s Lament

Up the blutty ladder, Start work on the Thresher, My guts are all on fire, Down the blutty ladder. Crouch behind the shed. Up the blutty ladder, Start work once more. Diawch! my old guts again. Down the blutty ladder. Crouch behind the shed!. Once more up the ladder, And start up once again, My […]

The Soldier Artist

I gazed at the beautiful murals of Plas Newydd, Remembering the artist, the man that created Those beautiful, vivid, bright scenes. And then I recalled another such place Equally vivid, in a much darker setting. The small fields of the Bockage Country. It’s thick hedgerows concealing heavy guns. Tanks on fire, their crews often burning, […]

The Gentle Man

He is a country man, a quiet,simple man. And more- He has seen the Red Kites at play, High in the sky, whirling, diving in aerobatic flight, And he has seen the Buzzards in courtship, In mid-air, almost colliding, they gently touched. Never impeding their fast flight of joy. He is a lucky man to […]

The Cup & Saucer Tree (Epilogue)

Dark clouds scurrying across the sad sky, Rushing together, to be darker still. Bonded in blackness, to start a big storm. A message of doom! Then, the rain drops fell. Pulling off the road, I stopped the car, Staring in horror at the place you should be, Refusing to believe you were not there. My […]

The Cup & Saucer Tree (Prologue)

Insects humming to green speckled leaves. Rays of bright sunshine dancing with flitting shadows, All tuned to the touch of the summer breeze. That’s how it was and has always been, and will remain .Secured in my mind. As a young boy I gazed up at your beauty, Admiring the curve of your saucer shape, […]

Playing With Fish

To play with fish? Well it is possible: So long as your hands are gentle, and patient. He lies there quietly, tail slowly waving, Then a quick pounce, at some morsel he fancies. Now lay flat on your stomach, hands outstretched, Next work one hand slowly, up behind him, The other hand moves to reach […]

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