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 […]
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 […]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth From “The Road not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963) . . . Saturday 15th November 2014 West […]
