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We now have cherries on our June Tree Only eight yet better than none But these fruits will not grace our table As the summer birds will have hidden them Far away from our graceful garden In the full view of those who care

There is a white desert not far from our cottage Sally A white desert here by the sea Yes Can we visit it later today Are you not tired after your long journey No not really Anna Then we shall depart within the hour How far away is it About a mile Will I need […]

I was waiting for a train at Hayes Railway Station in Kent Having just purchased a book of George Orwell’s poetry from the bookstall Up to then I did know that Orwell had written poetry My attention had been drawn to an incident in Hayes Middlesex When a flying bomb fell on a Gramophone Factory […]

The last photograph I remember of him Was taken not far from Dover in the June of 2022 He was wearing a light green shirt With a darker green vest underneath As normal he was wearing his aviator shades The army jeep that was in the photograph Belonged to a friend who was dining with […]

Wisdom lead me through the verdant paths Past the barns and the ancient warehouses To the redundant church where my ancestors lay In their blissful tombs lit by subterranean lights He said that I should sing on the makeshift stage Which was impossible because I had no earthly voice So the assembled would only hear […]

I came upon this abandoned card In the shelter of a Kent station It lay like a recluse in a neglected room   Out of curiosity I picked up the poppy card It was from a teacher to a departing pupil It read and I have changed the names to avoid distress   To Billie […]

I often watch my son at play He has no mission My son is just playing   My other son is at war He has a defined mission My son is just killing

Midsummer walks with me As we explore the season Here in England’s garden I am slowly falling in love with her But know that she will leave me In the weeks leading towards my birthday This will break my heart It always does

Although it has been a tragic month for me I do love the month of June The wild briar rose and the clearing skies Populated by swallows and other visitors Brings me nothing but a rich happiness   The ancient tractors work the fertile fields Everything is new and in its early maturity Midsummer is […]