Dreams of an Alternative Reality I was in my bedroom when my long dead cat Topaz came up to me You have been away for

Meet me once in Bloomingdale’s Meet me near the pier Touch my hand in Central Park Let me know you’re near   Think of me

Aska found a book of Norwich Poems In a field in Somerset He wondered how they had arrived In a field so far from home

As he lay gravely injured in a flooded shell hole Hawkins thought he saw a servant girl Sweeping a small room She was damping down

The other day we had occasion to take an evening walk The morning clouds had broken And a pleasant southerly breeze fanned the town We

Humber Humber Humber I’ve got to find my motor car I’ve got to find my car My house is at the risk of burglary As

I always give money To mental health charities As it keeps me sane   Anon 2017  

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Christopher Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle

His grave has commanding views of the bay and once a year on his birthday his family and friends meet at The Diesel Works and

When waiting for trains at Santa Justa I often think of Isidore of Seville I consider Montalembert’s view That this good man was The last