I often read sonnets at railway stations Which is a very pleasant pastime Especially when the trains Are cancelled or delayed

It had been snowing hard for over six hours Alice was comfortable in a warm waiting room But none of the trains were stopping at the station Until her train suddenly appeared out of the white But it did not stop only reducing its speed The train then just vanished into a sea of snow…

I visited a church in a small village That was near to the sea It was here that I purchased An ancient bible from a bookcase That faced the main door Its perfume was that of the sea This confused me for a while Until I realised that God Was speaking to me

My sister cannot pay for her water Bill What did you do Ben I sent her a get well card That is you all over I hid in Lydd With Gydd Soppy Sid

The level crossing was constructed So that the materials required To build the power station Did not to have be carried Across the ageing bridge The crossing is not unused As the nuclear waste trains Pass from time to time

Hi Joe Martin Thank you for visiting me No problem Was it difficult Bribes my friend What are your thoughts I must say that I was surprised Why Because you are such a mild chap Not the type to blow away the Prime Minister What happened I was inspired by your poem Poem Mad Dogs…

The long church path Is covered in blossom Many weddings Will be celebrated In the village Before the month retires

What is free speech Joe It is exactly what it says on the box If I want to say anything Even if it is considered offensive Then I should be free to do so There are those who are offensive to me How do you feel about that Joe I feel nothing Why should I…

What is free speech Joe It is exactly what is says on the box If I want to say anything Even if it is considered offensive Then I should be free to do so There are those who are offensive to me How do you feel about that Joe I feel nothing Why should I…

I was reading about an airport Plans were being considered To build an international airport In an area of fading farms near the sea I visited this wilderness in early March Just as the migrant birds were returning And the spring colours were in early exhibition How lovely it was in the warm southerly air…