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My stories

Poem of the week

Union Cottages Revisited

Bedlam Lane and the gasworks, and a freight line running through. Red terraced houses, two-up, two-down, with the sound and the distant view

The Snow-Dome

The day was cold and miserable and I wanted cheering up, so I got out s bottle of mulled wine. I poured myself a big glassful and replaced the stopper.

Winter Scene

Fawn feathered reeds in clumps that stand Upright in steel-grey frozen pond And empty footprints in the snow. A boy, a tawny trotting hound. Cawing of rooks, excited bark -

Conversation

I saw a garden in the sky Above an old canal: a high Black bridge which saplings stood along And where grew weeds abundantly; Nature reserve of hawthorn trees And birch, an aerial nursery.

Sentimental Journey

Because I could not sleep, I went Down to the guest-house sitting-room, And while the host was sleeping, I Peered through the window at the gloom, At silent road and moonlit trees

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