If you are not going on holiday because you can’t afford it, six weeks seems a long time to keep your children occupied.

Rafts wander lonely in the dark
transported by wind, not broken, abandoned moving.

A poem.

Fictional story on how Tigers got their stripes and kites got their names.

Let me know what you think.

I’m just a guy who likes to write lines.

The Sun shining
high up in the sky.

This is a short, simple poem about the beauty of flying a kite on the beach.

Poem about the joys of Spring.

This is a poem with a moral.

Looking up to the sky.