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All the Legends

You know when you're growing old - when all your hero's are gone - all except Mick Jagger - though he wasn't one of mine. (Image, courtesy of Wikimedia)
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The Great Game . Kabul 1839 and 1979.

This is a trues story, the facts have only been altered to protect my memory. And from my brief sojourn in Afghanistan I came away with both a love of the country and its people, and a deep seated belief that it would be folly for any other nation to become involved with its affairs.
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The Novice

This was the first poem that came to me, twenty seven years ago, while I was living in a Benedictine community. It is partly autobiographical (Romeo was an actual rooster), though set in a much earlier time - before Henry VIII did his worst.
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Grasshopper

Image courtesy of Wikemedia Commons.
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A Soldier Remembers

I wrote this eleven years ago, as part of a Stations of the Cross writers group; and I wanted to give it a more unviversal relevance

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