The poppies bloom Where e'er we look As once men fell Where the earth shook And cried bitterly. As families took Stock of the loss Stained fields forsook Untouched by all. Only Nature does look And recall by Red bloom... Continue Reading →
To Dad It seems like yesterday we talked And then it seems forever No jaunty whistle, no witty sting I'll never hear your voice again Not to talk or laugh or sing The years are a lifetime Six years is... Continue Reading →
Written after seeing a crow lying beside the road as I walked to work one morning. Everyone just ignored the poor remains and I couldn't get the image out of my head
Scribbles from me to you 