Spring in the valley

Creation called me to worship this fine April morning with the clouds scudding And the sky patched and sun-spotted. This valley still surprises me and lifts my soul; For the blackthorn is white with fine blossom And the black-legged, black-eared ewes, long suffering and nervous, As my two mutts mooch then tug on their leads.Continue reading “Spring in the valley”

Scratching the Surface

Beneath the soles of trainers and boots, Under the rubber tyres and padded paws, The sand and gravel, stone and dust Is pressed and beaten, levelled flat. A walker’s highway, a circuit for runners Where the beeps of fitbits join the mix Of blue tits and warblers and LBJs, And a returning cuckoo announces Spring.Continue reading “Scratching the Surface”

Margaret Thatcher

She was the honourable Margaret to the right,But to the left, as Margaret ThatcherVilified and infamously renowned forBeing the primary school milk snatcher.A humble grocer’s daughter from GranthamA tory in thought, words and deeds.Rising through the ranks to becomePrime Minister with a strict capitalist creed.For eleven years, this Iron LadyGagged the unions and trampled theContinue reading “Margaret Thatcher”

Small and Powerful

If you think you’re too small to make a differenceYou haven’t spent the night with a mosquito;Not the mossies that irritate and biteLeaving swollen red spots in unlikely placesBut their tropical blood sucking cousins That arise from swamp and stagnant pools. Not the mossies famed in the Scottish IslesArising in clouds and hovering above headsButContinue reading “Small and Powerful”