The river gently flows towards the sea, ceaselessly providing us with the tranquil sound of its journey.
There has been a threat of Summer rain most of the day. The land is desperate for a good downpour. Here is an excerpt from my poem Summer Rain. Summer Rain Hot balmy day, airless and close, Dark ominous clouds, above they rose. Casting dark shadows all around, The air is still, without a sound.Continue reading “Summer Rain”
My childhood was full of bumblebees, flowers and butterflies and long Summer days. These were very happy times, which are etched on my memory. My Father took my brother and I out into the countryside regularly looking for frogspawn, picking blackberries and telling us about the wonders of the natural world. While out on theseContinue reading “The Perfect Gift”