Flood It starts as a drizzle massaging the green land and raises to a down pour washing it clean again thunderstorms, even are fitting, pure, loving the ground with the passion with a kiss But passion rapidly turns sour, and carries on too long ripping the banks flooding the land till she is as frightened […]
”The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.” Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), Welsh poet. . . . Saturday 15th February 2015 FA Cup with Budweiser k.o.:- 3.00pm 5th Round Cardiff City […]
Silhouettes on a greyish day thick heavy grey sky above rainy fragrance all over no season today low hanging fog in a stew clear daylight a reaping hook on this eclipsed day by Elly Wouterse . . . Wednesday 5th February 2014 Dutch Eredivisie k.o.:- 7.45pm NEC Nijmegen […]
From “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful – a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore; And there I shut her wild, wild eyes […]
