What’s his Name

He was always known as “What’s his name”
Who lived just up the street?
He always had a cheery smile
To all those he would meet.

Then one day “What’s his name” was gone
No one knew to where
All did stop to wonder
For the one that showed such care.
For now in the local churchyard

His name was revealed as Pete
But he will always be remembered as “What’s is name”
Who lived just up the street?



How many those are standing?
Have seen one hundred years
All the wars that there has been
And the shed of many tears.

In wintertime bleak and bare
Spring and summer full of leaf and bloom
Many stories can be told of these
Where romances were made and some ended too soon.

Through time they have witnessed in silent
Wars and tragedies, love and heartache
Many secrets they will carry with them
To the end of their lives, where secrets they will take.

A Pauper Boy

His shoes were odd one brown one black
On his back an old wool sack
His shabby look was plain to see
So who would care for he?

But this pauper boy had so much more
Than all that wealth could buy
His smile could launch a thousand ships
And light up a grey dark sky.

From within this pauper boy
Gave so much to all
With eyes so bright and a smile so wide
His magic touch he wore with pride.

25th May 2015

With all his worldly goods
In his trolley he would push
Walking along to who knows where
Not in any rush.

Where will his bed be this night
Where might he lay his head
a shop doorway, a cardboard box
Or a soft comfy bed.

Who would look as he walked along
With his worldly goods in tow
Who would care, who would notice
Who would Know.

A Winter Poem

Gently falling flakes of white
On rooftops, on treetops through the night
As daylight loomed this vision of white
All around an incredible sight.

A landscape of beauty all around
From rooftops to treetops to the ground
The sound of laughter as children played
On snow covered ground where a snowman was made.

Through broken clouds appeared a watery sun
The melting of the snow had begun
Goodbye to winter, hello to spring
We wait to see what next winter might bring.

Summer Delights


Early morning chorus

Wildlife at play

Breakfast on the patio

A perfect summer day.


Lakeside lunch with breathtaking views

Mothers with ducklings in one’s and two’s

Watching a blackbird taking a bath

Then looking for food that had dropped on the path.


The enjoyment and pleasure summertime brings

The joy of listening to birds that sings

Summertime can brings new heights

Just some of our summer delights.

Our Garden


The sound of the waterfalls as they trickled down

The sight of the many colours in this garden all around

The sound of the grasses as they russell in the breeze

And that of the wind chimes nestling in the trees.


The secret garden hidden from view

Water cascading down in front of you

The sweet smell of the honey suckle looking good enough to eat

Dozing and daydreaming on an old garden seat.


The taste of the strawberries delicious to eat

The plums and the blackberries, the perfect treat

The sight of the blackbird taking his bath

Then eating a strawberry that had dropped on the path.


The wonderful smell of the Lavender

A Berberis the colour of wine

As you look all around at the sights and the smells

In this garden so truly divine.