Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was under armed guard at the time My police statement after the assassination of Anti Fergus (July 1970)   Anti Fergus But who killed Anti-Fergus It could not have been me As I was imprisoned at the time My police statement […]

I remember when you were in the sun fields with me Cutting cloth so that you might make a shirt Those were busy days but slow And I only now appreciate them In our separation   This poem was found by Caron in a copy of Paolo and Francesca at Windsor Railway Station on the […]

Windsor I find that I am still thinking of you As I wander in the shade of citrus trees My thoughts are of your green meadows And majestic towers Please as you lunch beside the wide river Think of me as I farm the dusty fields that separate us   This poem was found by […]

Late of the workhouse they rest in peace In their unmarked graves A mother and her child Weathered by the country winds Remind me of these lives forgotten This area of unmarked land is the designated burial place for the paupers from The Workhouse in the Parish of Hungerford 1837-1948 St Saviour’s Cemetery Eddington West […]

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