In my home town many houses Have bricked up windows History reveals the reasons why Yet all reflect the sea light On to the nearby coastal roads

We the people pledge to obliterate Those who who pollute our rivers Those who pollute the sea Those who pollute the countryside Those who chase profits and cause misery You have been warned This is our last warning

I have always thought that many railway stations Were at their most manicured in the years Leading up to the Great War But they are Blue Remembered Hills Jack That era has passed It has been totally obliterated by time Here look at this photograph What do you see A station master standing with two […]

England my England My Lost England You will be avenged That is my only promise

I often sit on a churchyard seat Making paper swans Whilst thing deeply about Nothing at all

I often sit on the church wall Watching the roses grow Whilst thing deeply about The Berlin Wall

I often sit on the church wall Watching the daffodils grow Whilst thing deeply about Other church walls

Ban me Kill me But always Love me

Just over twenty years ago I was hit by a tractor Whilst working on a farm I was blinded in one eye Of late God has been speaking directly to me But I can only see part of his face I am sure that he is seeking my forgiveness

On my first or maybe second trip to Paris I found myself Drunk in a brothel not far from a nameless Metro station I was spread out on a reclining chair feeling quite ill And was being looked after by the ladies of the night Endless cups of coffee were being tipped down my throat […]