Life is open to a mystery of fools who dare to tread its boards. We walk in shadow.We walk in fire across every mountain, and every mire. People who come and go, always leave their mark on the land that we know. By Sam Fawcett
Tag Archives: History
Bramble
Through eternity you are free All the love you’ve given me Be re-doubled through strength Let pain and strain lament Absolve thee Let happiness fly Spun from the highest tree That you did plant Most cheerily Surely, it’s those times that I seeCherished through my mind and screen Forever it will be the best NeverContinue reading “Bramble”
In Peace
To every echo On every street May love enter And never weep Twisted around an angel’s kiss Thoughts so strong of a love so missed What will twine around human hands When peace so strong comes to land In loving memory we move and remember To think of those who gave themselves So we canContinue reading “In Peace”
‘Leaving England’
If I was writing a poem 200 years ago…
My Little B-B
The way the moving melody flies from the sky Cold swirl of ecstasy flying so high. My Little Brown Book – a caress of rain On light fingers, On panes of single glass. To touch the keys, So crisp, into new worlds it brings us.The last haunting note keeps the mind Afloat around this heavyContinue reading “My Little B-B”
What Man Made
All aboard the dusky skylineWhere momentous dreams pour forthAll around the highland bylineAcross the mountains and the firsWind your way through the treesUntil you reach the evergreensCast your eyes upon the great red brickAnd see what man madeInto the glassy windows where peopleMake their lives indoorsWait until you see the factoryAs ravenous smoke eats skyContinue reading “What Man Made”
Parisian Poetry 