Sailor and librarian, navigator and researcher, teacher and trainer, and – always – a traveler. Although born in Sussex, I have lived in Wales most of my life – for the last forty years in the country, farms and hills near Tregaron. All this – and more – have shaped the poems which reflect the joys and tragedies that life brings. Although a 'scholarly' writer for more than thirty years, it is only in the last ten or so that I have found expression through verse. Perhaps life's larger trials lead to deeper outpourings. The past is always present I am always interested to see how my poems affect readers.
Druid Lane We came upon A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills. Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past. What lay beyond, worthy of such industry? Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone. Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way: Miles now lost to grass and sheep, A one-time druidic path to some time-eroded henge The copper leaf-rustle underfoot speaks of many passings Hidden in time
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My Sunset Haiku as a Sunset Englyn (22/05/2018)
The Forest Glade (18/05/2018)
A Silly Haiku (16/05/2018)
The Artist  (11/05/2018)
All the Years [revision] (04/05/2018)
All the Years (04/05/2018)
The Young Lovers (26/04/2018)
The Navigator (26/04/2018)
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