Were you there?

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river wallows, born aloft Or sinking as the light wind […]

Autumn Avalanche After the North Berks hop, you might have thought that the mad football hopping world might wind down from the crazy merry-go-round, into calmer waters. Not a bit of it; it seemed that games far and near continued to fly past with machine gun rapidity. Even so, I fell one short of fifty […]