Garden of England

I saw love in other’s eyes Dancing figures under silhouetted skies Clutching to one another In this garden of England Travelled on buses wearing overcoats Stapled on a pin badge of The Stones Sixteen years old and a first romance Learning to drive – I got a second chance Laughing around the park after darkContinue reading “Garden of England”

Whitlock’s End

I met an old friend in Whitlock’s End who was all but on the mend. He had been fighting night and day: over the hills, and far away, from the silent night and bloody hill, he had returned to the ruddy mill. Swapped his musket for a bucket, his bayonet for a scythe. All forContinue reading “Whitlock’s End”

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