Oh, to love and be loved, and not worry about your cares sometimes!

He solved the mystery but…

A LOVE LOST THROUGH AN UNTIMELY DEPARTURE.

A short poem.

On travelling to town this morning on the bus I noticed the hills beyond the town were shrouded in a chilly mist.

In the area of ​​Kill Devil Hills, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA, this plane, flying four times on December 17, 1903.

A poem by Andrew Durling about an imaginary English soldier’s feelings upon first seeing the hills of his home county of Sussex as his boat approaches the English coast.

A snowy haiku.

In this present life why can’t I be immortal in mind, body and spirit? Why is it pundits claim that I have to depart this world to accomplish my dream.

The poem describes the natural world and everything in it.