Where Is Or a Question of Nature

“Tweet”, said the bluebird to the flower The dandelion smiled while counting each hour: “The wind blows cold, the nights are long” The singing of the lark as the wind cuts through the grass: “It’s morning! It’s day! The night has passed!” The sun smiled at the clouds as they slowly passed: “The ducks swim… Continue reading Where Is Or a Question of Nature

A Selection of My Earliest Poems (at Age 7)

From an early age, I felt the need to rhyme things – I think poetry is in my blood as my great-uncle Harry also enjoyed writing poems and many of my family have or had a way with words. My mother worked as a secretary and I remember asking her to type out these poems… Continue reading A Selection of My Earliest Poems (at Age 7)