The Lawns The summer snow lies silently On my gentle lawns Having descended without protest From his grey fringed clouds The Lawns Majestic   The summer white snow Has settled on the green lawns That surround my home I search the sun clouds without success

Maxwell Moon and Julie were sitting on the beach not far from the disused airfield They were watching a lone Spitfire weave in and out of the clouds before the display   Nearby Timmy Toms was standing at his garden gate looking at the sea It was his birthday and he was remembering all the […]

by the time that this poem is read you will have travelled far searching for a destination that does not exist you might question this but do not do so as you arrived at the instant of your departure     12/10/21

I can see many church spires from home These are the churches of the future

Spitfire Often mistaken for Voltaire As I enjoy gardening        

I have travelled through countries that no longer sing I am the scream and the silence the music of the sea        

As I lay on the beach with Dawn I noticed that the waves Were Pink ORANGE In colour before They faded Clear

Will and Jane went to the beach to search for strange pebbles The pebbles did not think that they were strange But thought Will and Jane strange Due to the obscurity of their coastal pastime   Naked A few years ago Will and Jane Walked naked across a garage forecourt They shopped naked and even […]

The poem was a dream-vision inspired by his voyage to the Dutch East Indies Peter Paul painted his ship bright orange and spent a great deal of time on deck As he was inspired by the ever changing seascapes and nature of his epic work His great friend Robert Sullivan died during that voyage as […]

Now Rancher lives alone on his farm With only his dog for company His wife left him many years ago As she considered him dark sullen In a week his Mail Order Bride will arrive He will return her within a month If he is not totally satisfied with her Now Ranger has painted her […]