Hundreds of dinners are cooking As I walk through the estate, Hundreds of husbands are drinking In the local pubs with their mates… Pork, beef, lamb, and ham,

The goose, head held high, squawki… Chased the peacock across the lane In front of our car. We stopped… The peacock with long tail feather… To the top of an old stone farm wa…

The sound of the sea As it races in Is a mighty din Voiced by the god of the ocean as… From the ravenous swell flooding i…

The bookmark is a traveller That goes from book to book, And I’m the great unraveller Attempting to unhook The mysteries of the ages

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…

The buddleia bush is reaching hig… Pushing up towards the sky, And bending down upon my car, So someone looking from afar Might think my car was being cares…

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

When the image of my face Is reflected in my pond, I wonder if the moon and sun Will acknowledge me, forever on, As being a part of nature,

The sun was shining as I drove into the village. Several people on the kerb stared at

When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs

There’s a gentle lapping on the sh… A sunny day, we hope for more. The sea is saying come on in, Yet much too cold to take a swim. Sailing boats are out in force