72 Miles From The Sea

  She read a poem Out loud to me On a quiet afternoon That touched me, Awakened me, Stirred my soul And my dulled senses As sh...

  The poet dips his quill In the inkwell of the muse The resulting flowing words Are the fruit of thought Gathered on the page In ...

  My poems have been called On a good day, ribald More often artistically bald Humourous? So-called Wit to scathe and scald Tastel...

  Great poets, wordsmiths of yore Prose and rhyme did write Of matters that went before Viewing them in poetic light

  Beware a poet who reads His rhymes, verse or sonnets In a public place as they may Have some other nasty habits

  One day with her nephew or niece Dame Peggy Ashcroft was travelling In Royal Berkshire on British railways When they came to a hal...

Sweet Honey Bee How we will miss you And your honeyed words Well-crafted and poignant Even finding humour On your sad journey Sweet H...