Return to Front Page
| THESE COULD BE TRUE- FOR SURE A New LifeShe was sick of being homeless eith too hot or cold A Perfect PlaceWe forded the river, it was very low All She Had All she had were a couple of candles Battle Of The Cave. BeachcomberShe wandered barefooted along sands JulieI had a friend with golden hair Melodious Monks (Sestina)In seventeen hundred and two DaydreamsI stood in an avenue of tall slender trees Days of YoreGather round while I tell you of stories Down in the ValleyProtected by mountains Dying of ShameThe old house was empty, cold and very still Echos of the PastThe ruins of the castle stood cold and grey Fantasy and Make-BelieveIn life, I feel, we need a little bit of fantasy and make-believe, Festival dayWe moved to a small community Going Into A PaintingThe other day I saw a painting Hidden Valleythere is a hidden valley where few people go HonestyWhen I was a nursing student many years ago I Heard a VoiceI heard a vocie say quiet clearly and sure to me In the Ruins of a CastleIn the ruins of a castle so old Just A Cabin BoyHe was just a cabin boy in Nelson's mighty fleet Like a Perfect DreamNestled ina nook by a gurgling stream Little Miss Show OffShe looked like us all in school uniform, Looking Through the WindowPlaced by the window in her wheelchair From the HilltopI walked to the top of the hill overlooking the bay Old HouseThe old house stood tucked away on the main street Red RoverHe had red hair and a shaggy beard to match Sad EyesThere was an p;dmanwho lived down the lane from us Shelter From The StormThe travellers were tired with still a long way to go Sweet Little GrannyGranny had done her shopping, hurrying to be home The Baglady The Ballad of the Beggar and his Blind Child The Ballad of the Fair Maid. The Ballad of Trapper JoeFourtimes a year he came into town to stock The Ballad of the Sailors WifeThe year was eighteen hundred and ten The Grave of Granny Greer The Lighthouse KeeperEver since Matthew was twelve The Old Lady Down the LaneLiving in a cottage Wild Meg of the Woods. When I was just a tiny child |
Get your own Free home Page