Fresh Berries

A poem based on my wife finding and picking blackberries and raspberries while walking the dog. She used a clean “poo” bag to bring the berries home.

The Fifth

“What a foolish man/I am/To think that I can beat….”
For friends working through this illness!

Come to My Garden

“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!

Battle of The Windmill

“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

The Mystic

“Calling Softly / I hear the sound/ That beckons me …”
This is a poem that speaks to the mystic and other worldliness.