Empty House The shirts are ironed, the trousers are pressed The blazer is too big, I'd never have guessed! The blouses are pristine...

I wish I was a pigeon, cooried on a roof Or a wild horse on the prairie, galloping by hoof A swan, gliding on the pond, beauteous and...

This country of mine, lush and green Views like which you’ve never seen In its history the heart of a rebellious lion roars And where the...

A watched kettle never boils An idle hand hardly toils A sharp mind duplicity seldom foils A biased eye’s view will never be clear A...

Weary is the mind which doesn’t sleep Weary is the heart that finds love hard to keep Weary is the soul searching for its mate Weary are...

What is a mother, who is this woman? The person who knows you like no other can She grew you, carried you and to you gave birth, A...

What a terrible year for reasons a’plenty this awful, desperate 2020 A virus spread without discrimination from shore to shore, nation to...

Are your Sundays lazy, do you lie in bed, late and hazy Or up with the lark, just broken the dark Read the papers in bed, perhaps a walk...