October Poem The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; The summer charily her reds doth lay Like jewels on her costliest array; […]
‘September’. Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, Some crimson poppy of a late delight Atoning in its splendor for the flight Of summer blooms and joys This is September. Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) is best-known for her […]
The Lake Isle of Innisfree . I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have there and a hive for the honey-bee, And live all alone in the bee loud glade . And I shall have some […]
My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past and Lethe – wards had sunk. Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light winged Dryad of […]
Adlestrop . Yes, I remember Adlestrop – The name because one afternoon Of heat the express train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. . The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop – only the name . And […]
Pippa’s Song The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn, Morning’s at seven, The hillside’s dew-pearl’d, The lark’s on the wing, The snail’s on the thorn, God’s in His heaven – All’s right with the world. Robert Browning (1812-1889) . Saturday 1st April 2023 Southern Combination Premier Division Steyning Town 1 Jack Barnes […]
Saint Valentines Day Massacre . What did I ever do to Dorothy Prewitt? She sent me a heart with an arrow right through it! So … if she wants war (well I didn’t begin it) I’ll draw her a heart with an axe buried in it! . by Philip Waddell Wednesday 1st February 2023 […]
Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped […]
My Old Football You can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze, Your curios and tapestries so fine, But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare With this patched up, worn-out football pal o’ mine. Just a patched-up worn-out football, yet how it clings! I live again my happier days […]
