In pensive mood I sit and dream
Of bygone days.
My chilhood friends; our games, our laughs, our tears.
Of kinfolk, too, no longer here with shoulder soft -
To seek advice, divulge my fears.
The sights and sounds… Continue reading
The sun has gone and moon is bright,
Another harvest day-turned night.
Horses to the stable led
Where they're brushed, cleaned, watered, fed.
Fields fall silent where stooks still stand
All neatly tied with "binder band",
Waiting for the… Continue reading
The second book was easier to put together because we had ‘been there’ before and now knew the way. Again we took advice from Tom our printer, and with the still eager enthusiasm of our villagers we soon had enough… Continue reading
From being a much younger man I had always had the ambition to write a book. What about; I hadn’t any idea at that time, only that I needed to write.
In 2001 I visited a lady in a neighbouring… Continue reading
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