Tales of places
It was early in the Month of June I knew my trip Would end to soon In Batsi town On Andros isle I came to rest And stayed a while The northern isle In the Cyclades With sun and sand
The difference between a Northern Zoo And one in Mississippi A southern zoo has a description of the animal Along with "a recipe"
It's 1660 and after the death of the puritan tyrant Cromwell the monarchy has been restored under Charles the II. In the south of England the summer is fading as the land is hastened into autumn.
I love this land, village and hamlet Rose covered cottage, church and mill I love this land, coast and country Mountain and lake, vale and hill I love this land, town and city
When June comes fourth upon us Is there any greater place on earth?
Two thousand years to celebrate Let's make our plans don't hesitate We'll build it big we'll build it grand
He was a man from Coventry And she was born in Brittany But despite there nationality They soon found similarity They wed and found a flat to let And they had a child named Violet
It was late May and the hottest day of the year so far, I had the day off work which I should have been enjoying.
I sit in the green and pleasant corner of this land known as Runnymede where the Thames laps its way ever closer to London.
Bright sunlight dances across the open water Glinting like diamonds in the soft march winds The surface occasionally broken by rising fish Far-reaching ripples expand as a splash rescinds
It was September 1997, I was up in London for a meeting with a client in Young Street and I had misjudged the journey time and found myself with sometime to kill. Princess Diana had died tragically the week before and was lying in Kensington Palace which was only a short walk from my destination.
The amorous King John Took by ungentlemanly force The woodcutter’s daughter
The Red River of the North Is born at the confluence Of the Bois de Sioux
Woking so wants a claim to fame So tenuous links to the famous they list On the official Woking web site Such as Adelina de Lara, Concert pianist The Spice Girls and George Bernard Shaw
It was not long after it opened, 1998 if memory serves, that we visited Legoland in Windsor on a very hot day in August. When I say we I am of course referring to myself, my wife Tina and our three sons, Ben 5, Josh 3 and Sam aged 2.
In order not to cause offence in any way I should like to begin this piece by pointing out that the opinions here in are not in any way my own but rather have been imparted to me by others.
At dusk we walk slowly by the shore line The waves lapping at the sand break gently While children play among the craggy rock pools Or happily skimming stones on the sea