A poem based on my wife finding picking blackberries and raspberries while walking the dog and using a clean “poo” bag to being the berries home.
“What a foolish man/I am/To think that I can beat….”
For friends working through this illness!
“She is shrinking/Inside herself…”
Written for my mother
“Come to my garden/Let the stillness and/Peace of Nature…”
Finding a peaceful nook in a busy world is about how you view where you are!
“In the early morning/On a cold November Day/The Hunters crossed the river…”
This poem won the Battle of the Windmill Poetry Contest in 2018