Symphony in Yellow An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly, And here and there a passer-by Shows like a little restless midge. . The barges full of yellow hay Are moored against the shadowy wharf, And, like a yellow silken scarf, The thick fog hangs along the quay. . The yellow leaves […]
Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. . Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They […]
New Year What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We […]
To March by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat — You must have walked — How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, […]
Football is my favorite game I love to watch them play – Those tightly muscled butts and legs On an awesome autumn day; How fluidly and gracefully They dance across the green – Such elegant contenders play The best I’ve ever seen; Some people think I’m crazy The way I love the game – But […]
The Football Posts that Dad Built (continued) . They took ages to arrive But we still played on the pitch Late on Summer nights And long on holiday afternoons, All the kids round our way bringing boots and trainers To try and score against my Dad. . By Paul Cookson (to be continued) . The […]
Dream Football Dream Football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set upon a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants. Allan Ahlberg (1937 – ) . Friday 1st March 2019 Thurlow Nunn Eastern Counties […]
I closed my eyes Drew back the curtain to see for certain What I thought I knew Far Far away Someone was weeping But the world was sleeping Any Dream Will Do . I wore my coat With golden lining Bright colors shining Wonderful and New And in the East The Dawn was breaking […]
They have many a valiant hero, Remembered through the years: But never one whose name so oft Is named with loving tears. And his deed shall be sung by the cradle, And told to the child on the knee, So long as the dikes of Holland Divide the land from the sea! From “The Leak […]
