Las Palmas In a dream a failed politician ordered many cases of fine wine I knew this to be a scam So I reported him

Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert the miners to the presence of

Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree  

Orange Trees Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle

  Travelling with Phillip If I take the road to Norwich My journey will be same There and back The only thing that will differ

  Phillip and his Two Sisters My brother Phillip has two sisters One has raven black hair The other is a cornfield blonde They often

I agree with your sentiments But be aware Of the lands beyond Which gather no favours For the careless explorer   From a letter written

Some say that you are now shabby I reserve my opinion Musicians and artists Have been born Along this road And when young Would have

  July Change Your whole garden Has been consumed By a dry fire But do not worry As the pastel music Will douse the flames

Yesterday I saw a purple bumble bee At an international rugby match To my knowledge nobody else saw the creature As they were too busy