Have you ever really sung in the rain?

The strange incident of my childhood where the clouds marched in pouring rain from celestial urns…

A conversation about the weather in Blighty…

Poem from an inside reaction.

The British Weather.

This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.

A poem for interpretation.

A poem asking that age old question from the mind of a 1980’s teenager.

A poem about death and the grave yard….

Once in awhile thoughts in one’s head are like a thunderstorm. Sometimes thoughts are hard to get a hold of and put into something recognizable.