When the clouds have passed over on this cold winters night, And the leafs have all fallen leaving no birds insight, and when life leaves know pleasures just the thorns in our sides,

Behind the hopeful eyes the ever fighting mind above a forced smile feigning confidence. Whenever I look through the glass I see you are still a prisoner never feel completley free

Mum replies to Joan, but not quite what Joan is expecting!

All I can say is how I felt today

After several abortive attempts to write a novel I now have a story idea I'm happy with. What do you think? Any good? Or am I just kidding myself? All constructive feedback gratefully received.

We remember loss in war, suffering of those who bore much, in order to restore freedom for the many more. Every Sunday we remember him whose love fills us with wonder,

“Stop”, shouted a young girl that was stood in front of benji looking horrified at what benji had in his mouth. Benji slowly opened his mouth and released the unharmed rabbit to the ground.