I do not often weep But I did when The heritage railway Left Cliffmere Avon It had been A part of my life Since I was small The landslip at Chalk Red Was the final straw As the repair costs Were out of reach Many schemes were sounded But all failed and the engines Left […]

It was a very hot day in the city And people were flocking to the lido I swam there frequently on warm days With my wife and her best friend But today we had decided just to soak up the rays And stretched out in the grassed area To the right of the main entrance […]

Overnight a small sea has formed In front of my apartment It was not there when I retired It stretches as far as the railway station The trains although running on time Are floating by at the end of my garden Leap leap this is a matter of trust Boo is lucid again or at […]

You love your Black Angel  You Do  You Do  Be True  Be True  To your Little Boo  Grace was injecting again  Her eyes slowly closed  She was travelling to a better place  Hamilton was seen to be clean  But this was not the case  He was half clean  And desperately  Wanted to accompany Boo on […]

Hamilton quietly closed his front door He was carrying a bunch of flowers Grace watched him cross the road The flowers were not for her She finished her coffee And entered their apartment Clémentine Delauney  Within a few minutes all of his vinyl records Lay on the railway embankment They were worth hundreds of pounds […]

I live in a village whose main road Tends to be busy during working hours This is unfortunate for the creatures That also live in the village Many suffer severe injuries After being hit by cars I do my best to comfort them During their final hours And am struck by the tenderness Of their […]

There is a railroad crossing in Penn County It is in the shadow of Mount St Penn About a dozen trains in both directions Pass over this lonely and isolated crossing This crossing has never seen snow Despite its northerly location

I am often accompanied By The Man from Chile And my German Host As we walk in the summer sea Our Visions of Atlantis Watches us from my coastal home She glides like a liquid porcelain From Room to Room Dressed as a Southern Belle

A few weeks ago it was reported That a woman of mature years Had rested on one of our coastal benches And had quietly passed away This saddened me greatly until I realised That she had died whilst looking at the sea I was almost jealous of her gentle passing As I intend to die […]

Whenever you are alone Remind yourself That God has sent everyone else away So that there is only you and him God Yes Joe here Really I thought it was the Avon Lady What is troubling you Joe Have you seen a fat woman on the beach again No not as bad as that Then […]