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  • West of East Grinstead

    I spent by childhood living in an house That was situated between the High Level and Low Level stations In East Grinstead It was a blissful childhood as my father was the stationmaster of the High Level Station And my mother was the stationmaster at the Low Level station I also had a twice adopted […]

  • Britain’s Lost Railways

    My girlfriend showed me her model railway on our first date On our second date she showed me how to build a model signalbox We visited a Hornby shop on our third date and purchased a replica of East Grinstead High Level station She spent most of our fourth date explaining the complex track layout […]

  • Musique dans un Desert

    Rouge Bleu Jaune Vert Rose Blanc Noir Gris Violet Mauve Marron Orange   Ce sont les couleurs du desert Je ne connais pas d’autres      

  • Everything is Illuminated

    Billy I have a question for you  As you are a poet you might be able to answer it Go ahead what is your question  What happens when the lights go out  Well the obvious answer is that you are in the dark  But that is a bland answer  Because even in the vacuum of […]

  • Mireio – Mireille

    She was in love with a basket maker of modest means That was her only crime Her crime if one may call it a crime Was that she had rejected all suitors Much to the displeasure of her parents Soon this became too much for her And she escaped to the coast away from her […]

  • Les Fleurs Perdues

    We agreed on a separation Without considering the facts Your soft exile followed soon after And you faded without cause   What perfumes you might have shared 

  • Before the Storm

    A summer storm is due I am tracking it in the sky At present it is crossing the near continent But it will arrive here after dark   The air is damp and quite heavy As one would expect when a storm is approaching I can see the muffle clouds grouping over the low counties […]

  • Les belles fleurs qui sont tombées d’une haute falaise dans la mer

    I could not have saved you As this is a talent that I do not possess Only the white flowers are unique Yet you matter little to them

  • Cornwall 1914

    You were all perched on a rock many have shared your leisure on that forgotten Cornish beach through the lens of that distant camera whilst the world was changing around you

  • The Theme from Maigret

    In the summer fields the poppies could often be found listening To the haunting theme tune from Maigret It was said that these musical interludes Vastly improved their vivid colours Last year I wrote a short novel about these flowers It was called Poppy Land But it did not sell well And my publisher soon […]