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Autumn Leaves
I ran through your brittle leaves and looked at the angel trails in the mourning sky Why do you burn these leaves and not scatter them as the season’s gift to me? After Autumn Leaves by J E Millais
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Hungerford White Horse
A life size white horse dating from the 1960/70s can be seen in the yard of an antique establishment in Hungerford, West Berkshire. It has been there for some months, quietly weathering but this process of decay has raised some fundamental questions. 1 Now that you are gone will I only see the rough grasses […]
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Graffiti Not Found in Henley on Thames
Secular crocodiles Do not visit The Catholic Church
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Montenegro
Piers On the wall Opposite my bed There is a letter box And through this letter box I can see all the piers in Montenegro Trains Felix Lane Waited for a train Which never came Each day was the same Nobody took the blame In Montenegro Horses As the step mists Crept towards […]
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Captain Hawke
as the wind leaves danced on the icy road Captain Hawke discussed the construction of the winter months with a passing piano
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Aldermaston Egg
the thin braided trees were shadowed by the pink blush of a brittle dawn in the reclining darkness a foundation boy removed a blue ribbon tied to a bush written in weathered ink was the name Virginia Stride the name of his sisters sister this was her dowry
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Summer Interludes – (Seen and heard on my summer travels)
Grange Farm (Mrs Tomkins) Alfred, Alfred, Alfred ! Bring me the dusky day So I may place it With the other jams Grange Farm (Thomas Little – Farmhand) I am frying an egg On the tin barn roof The chickens enjoy the view Grange Farm (Alfred Tomkins – Owner of the Farm) We are often […]
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Le Roi de Verre
The brittle banners of this inglorious knight have blessed the accursed as he runs in the many pavilions of his glass self 1990
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COMMUTER GRAFFITI
WORK SLEEP TRAVEL WORK SLEEP TRAVEL WORK SLEEP TRAVEL HOW MUCH MORE CAN YOU TAKE ? BURN MARX AND PASS THE COFFEE CREATE ANARCHY THE PIDGEONS ARE READY 1968 (Revised 1976)
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Moonrakers
As we catch the moon safely in our branches they seek it with their hopeful nets not knowing the lies of the foul water 1971