I was born in a facing cottage All of its dry stone walls Were built by my late father Who now sleeps in the shadow
Short sweet stacks high hidden In the corner of a fallow field Almost forgotten in the fine fog That lingers within its season
Two girls late of youth stand patiently on the pier head It is late afternoon and their shadows are lengthening slowly As the August sun
I was writing a poem Love Light and Lonely Hearts You were watching me From our marriage bed With a smile on your sleepy face
Where can I find a man governed by reason instead of habits and urges Just look over your shoulder as you have passed him in
I am sitting on a wooden bench in the park of the fountains It is a beautiful June day with a gentle caressing southerly breeze
I was chatting with my greatest friend Jane m anglais We were discussing politics She told me that I should vote For the Labour Party
I was once told by a flapper who was wearing a long tangerine dress That I was crazeee when I had enquired as to whether