I grew up in 1960’s England, at a time when the world was changing very fast. My grandma was my link to the past, while my parents were forward looking and full of life.

A poem about the perils of society.

Aah, the season of Fall fills the air and us as well.

Was watching about haunted plantations and came up with this piece.Hoe I did not offend anyone by it.But A show about the Myrtle plantation came up on TV and gave me this idea.Natrurally,a pen and paper wasnt to far away from me.

An account of an very enjoyable walk to the river.

Poem that describes how autumn winds affect the night sky, dusk to darkness. For, as dusk dissolves, Heaven’s fires ignite. Autumn winds whisper through the night. Much more imagery found here.

A poem about the outdoors.

Love’s lucid awakening…

A poem about the outdoors.

This is free verse essay of the nostalgic memories of summer. It could have been yours. It tells of thunderstorms, children, fruit and harvest and moonlight nights.