(In memory of my mother)
The sun was shining as I drove into the village. Several people on the kerb stared at
Things that we carry In our heads Are sometimes too heavy to bear, Too heavy to live with, Too raw to share,
Coming up to her is like A huge ending, a massive Psychology of being elsewhere, A stopping, by the large Mysterious surge, a bringing up
This shyness is a burden to me That makes me feel a sham, That makes me blush so freely Me, a grown-up man. Blushing certainly holds me back,
When we had nets on the ends of ca… And jam jars to put the tiddlers i… When we had a sixpence for pocket… And short trousers with pockets to… When we walked through fields to a…
Two horses in their field of green Do not know how lucky they are Away from the modern industrial sc… Of the chaos and pollution of the… Large and black, this father and s…
Do not come to me in seeming perfe… Do not insult me so for there is n… Get to know me and you’ll know my… And in such time I’ll get to know… And if encircling each other we fa…
Oh the ups and downs of it, The swerves and speed of it, Like a boat on the sea That once covered this land, The little country bus
Sometimes we are too close to each… To see ourselves as others do, Too wrapped up within our lives To stop and look and listen And to see the dance that’s going…
The village church upon the hill Has had its fill Of bodies under slabs so still. A thousand years the tower has sto… Originally was made of wood,
The polar ice caps Like elders Our parents Watching over us Balancing us
Oh, such splendour in the grey-blu… The pathway created between A double-rainbow, which starts And ends beyond the horizon, Between the known and unknown worl…
When my eyes upon the raw world lo… First thing in the morning, watery… Hoping to reflect the sun rising i… I think upon the darkside of the n… The realm that I’ve just left to…
My shadow fell across a rose: Within its open folds Of orange petals I put my nose - The sweetness of its scent Filled my head
'The clocks might stop For you and me, Time is of the essence, Can’t you see?' 'What’s the hurry,