Monthly Archives: May 2011

The War Hero

I see you looking, looking, staring Then, in denial look away. I sense your disdain, or is it disgust, As you turn to go on your way.   Now, you are glancing, at window beside you; No thought to buy … Continue reading

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Anon…and definitely not Rupert Brooke

If I should die, Think only this of me: That in some corner of a foreign field There lies a plagiarist.

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Ode to Joy

It used to be chutney or cheese made from quince Perhaps a jam or a pickle or three. But now with the Follas she’s been foraging for food And its nettles and hawthorns for tea.

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