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 […]
Tu es Petrus at super hanc petram aedificabo Ecclesiam meam et portae inferi non praevalebunt adversus eam Matthew chapter 16 verse 18 (Vulgate) . . . Thursday 14th March 2013 Ryman Isthmian League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 North Brentwood Town 1 […]
The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold by Madeleine L’Engle The winter is cold, is cold. All’s spent in keeping warm. Has joy been frozen, too? I blow upon my hands Stiff from the biting wind. My heart beats slow, beats slow. What has become of joy? Monday 3rd December 2012 Hertfordshire Senior Cup k.o.:- 7.45pm […]
