"THE PAST IS ANOTHER COUNTRY"

We hurry on through life, aware that in the past lurk things we cannot change - things that will haunt us forever; regrets and lost opportunities, dear friends and happy memories gone for all time.

ANCIENT TAPE

I found a tape the other day, Nothing special, something old; But when it played came words That long ago I heard you say, Such sweet forgotten tones, Swept on by water under bridges

AUTUMN LADY

Summer is green and the years they are young; Tell me my name with your honey-sweet tongue; Sing of your love to my earthcrystal heart While the leaves only whisper of Autumn.

CARE HOME LADY

I worked in a Nursing Home a few years ago, and wrote this about one of the ladies I looked after, whose name was Mary Wilson.
Cherry

THE MIRROR

See their child in the mirrored earth, With ethereal eyes and her pale angel sheen; Then watch her fade before her birth - - - - -Show me what might have been.
Cherry

LOST MOTHER

Oh that a bright mind would never die, Or a fair spirit never fly; Love cannot keep you here, nor Earth retain; And Time knows not how to heal a memory's pain.
Cherry

THE POPPYFALLEN

On a grey Remembrance Day we prayed for soldiers lost in Hell; The drizzled tears of Time still ebbing, silvering the years. In truth I know now why I wept when all the poppy petals fell -

SARAH PAYNE

Sleep sweetly now, lost daughter dear, And oh so deeply, little girl; A precious Angel, fallen dove; Blonde little sister, little love. Rest softly now, poor little mite;
Cherry

EMPORIUM (I.P. Jan.13th.)

- - It's just after closing time when I stop to look through the gold-leaf lettered windows of that intriguing shop known as The Emporium.

THE BALLAD OF MOBY DICK

A short version of the story written in traditional ballad form.