Category: Writing
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Hen Harrier Chances are poorIf it flies o’er the moorInstead of town housesShooters of grousesKill it outright(they’re not supposed to, but they still do it)They…
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Mint Moth Mint mothHow glorious dothYour clothOf purple goldenfoldyour tiny frameWings graced byA royal robe worn for a king (or queen)You flyin sun and dark…
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Where would we be without the bee? Where would we be without the honeybee?We’d be in catastropheIt would not be funnyThere’d be no honeyNo summer…
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The Little Wren A flick of leaf A flash of light On the ground In out of sight Under a bush A shush— then, that…
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Hot Summer Fan Dance Hot summer heatCan be hard to bearto beat—To try to keep coolIn a stultifying poolOf breathless repressive airClammy sticky cloying sweatOn…
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EverywhereI go I seeThe enemyEverywhere Lesley Scoble As you can see, my verse today is of few words. It is the shortest poem I have…
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A flying London busman sails his ghostly empty London bus unstopping past the empty bus-stops and shuttered shops, cafés, restaurants and pubs—doomed to ride on…
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A poem comment on how the city feels to me this morning under the threat of Coronavirus compared to normal times.
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Today, it has rained incessantly—so, I thought a couple of photos taken while the sun was out at Blickling and a bit of Wordsworth might…
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The Grey Seals of Horsey is a story about the seals that come ashore on the coast of Norfolk to give birth, mate and then…
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