A simple inscription carved in stone, there for eternity. Young boys destined to be craftsmen, chiseling, and working soft stone.
A fallen tree still with life left in it The forest alive with birdsong Water for a fun loving dog
The yellow morning half-light filters through the broken glass and boards that were the old the houses windows. That lonely,
Wild primrose brightens the disused cemetery Life and death as one
There is a special place in every wood, a magic ancient dell that some are drawn to. No worries, cares,
The Willows first flush Doesn’t last long, a stunning start to the tree year
Waking my mind is filled with dreams. Action packed, adventures, hum drum melodramas. Hopes and often fears, I want to
Daz sat motionless on the old park wall. Tired and cold he was wrapped up with all of his layers
Sit quietly in a park, a school, a town centre. Well almost anywhere in truth and a rat or two
Cranes like turrets guarding the gatehouse.