Through soil wherever you need to go, slight curious impressions advance; roots emanating emotive kinship for descendants of forest floor. Green man'...
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Hi Turlough,
Posted on Fri, 25 Apr 2025
Hi Turlough,
you know I don't think these people realize how scared they make children feel. Thinking about it, the scars are there to this day and I'm very weary always of people lingering behind me when out walking. It's sad to think...
Hi Turlough,
Posted on Fri, 25 Apr 2025
Hi Turlough,
you know I don't think these people realize how scared they make children feel. Thinking about it, the scars are there to this day and I'm very weary always of people lingering behind me when out walking. It's sad to think...
Read full commentPosted in More Than We Bargained For
Hi Rachel,
Posted on Thu, 24 Apr 2025
Hi Rachel,
this was a poem I couldn't resist and thoiught these lines were very astute:-
She is girdled by harrow,
eyes patrol, her weapon drawn,
she ploughs an empty river
in a skirl of wind,
in the...
Read full commentPosted in The Heronning
Now this is my kind of ramble
Posted on Thu, 24 Apr 2025
Now this is my kind of ramble Rhiannon.
how you express what is seen gives that gentle relaxed feeling of calm.
Lovely words and enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in On the Hill, Abberley
Violets are so pretty. Loved
Posted on Mon, 21 Apr 2025
Violets are so pretty. Loved your cheerful little poem Rhiannon.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Peeping through …
Oh dear! I wonder what's
Posted on Sat, 19 Apr 2025
Oh dear! I wonder what's happened to Anty Marj. The question now is, What does the officer of the law Know or not know? ...
Read full commentPosted in Shelved (Episode 6 - The Further Chronicles of a Young Lady (and her Maid))
So the so called capable
Posted on Fri, 18 Apr 2025
So the so called capable Cedric isn't so perfect after all. I can't wait to read what happens next.
Gread read Jane.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Parcel for You - Part 58
Hi Turlough,
Posted on Fri, 18 Apr 2025
Hi Turlough,
you know that was a wonderful gesture, giving Kavinda one hundred rupees. I bet his family ate well that day.
That bit about fat black rodents sat on their hind legs waiting patiently on the road below, and you...
Read full commentPosted in Rupees Appease
Hi Ed,
Posted on Fri, 18 Apr 2025
Hi Ed,
I could identify with your wonderful poem. I also loved the photos. How wonderful to see that huge Elm in the Crystal Palace...simply beautiful.
Back when I was a child in the 1960s, we had Elms growing in the woods right...
Read full commentPosted in English Elm
Ha, ha! No tattoos for me I
Posted on Wed, 16 Apr 2025
Ha, ha!
No tattoos for me I'm afraid Turlough. But I did love my job there and...
Read full commentPosted in A Black Morris Minor and a Pink Carnation
Oh! Jennifer, I know exactly
Posted on Thu, 17 Apr 2025
Oh! Jennifer, I know exactly how you feel. My dad's favourite song was Sunny Afternoon by the Kinks, of course going back to the early 60s.
Your poem reminded me of my of late beloved dad. I really enjoyed reading and I hope you treasure...
Read full commentPosted in American Pie
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