Where Hope and Dreams Abide

Where Hope and Dreams Abide How do you choose a bookwhere your hopes and dreams abideDo you pass along rows… using your hand as a guideOr glance at their covers which attract and delightPerhaps at the airport…one for the flight…

Dancing Queen

Dancing and swaying alone in her roomMoving around to her own ghostly tuneShe smiles as she dancesRemembering the pastWishing those times hadn’t gone so fastNow living each dayAs if it were her last.She remembers her husbandWho now is long goneRecalling…

Christmas Presence.

All alone on Christmas eveWaiting for the snowBasking in the gentle warmth, of the fires glowStaring at an unlit treeWith no presents on the floorHoping for a Christmas callOr a knock upon the door Thinking of the days gone byWith…

Service.

Remember, remember the eleventh of NovemberGunpowder, treason, and MumsNot just once a year, theirs was for lifeThink of them often, they all were our sons It’s easy you see to forget all that mattersThis life that we lead, depends on…

The Knife

I don’t know why the knife caught my eye in the first place, other than the fact that it was so beautiful. A silver cake knife. The sort of thing you used to be presented with on your twenty first.…

Good Taste

Sally had always hated the ‘small house’ or doll’s house as anyone else would call it. It was an exact replica of the rectory that had been in George’s family for generations. The last person to live there had been…

Tacking in the Wind

Tacking in the Wind My life is changing course againI’m tacking in the windThe storm has blown out and goneI’m looking for dry land To find the safest harbourI might just need a handThe winds of change are blowingCruel and…

When Darkness is your only Light

When Darkness is your only Light I see her in the darknessI bathe within her lightMy soul is bright and peacefulWith the shadows of the night I hear her in the night timeIn my dreams we roamMy heart soars with…

Meet me in York

Meet me in York Meet me in St LouisOkay then, York will doI’m not such a romanticI’m Yorkshire through and through I’ll never send you flowersNo long walks in pouring rainI’m really a big softieI just can’t take the pain…

Scarborough Heights

Mark was going over his plans. It was something to concentrate on, it calmed him down and diluted that feeling of worthlessness, and the guilt that followed. What right  did he have to feel depressed or even sad? He had…