Walking to school through the streets of our childhood The snow rolling in from the ominous heights The stark cobbled stone and the twisted old fence wood
By Rod Walford6 years ago in Poets
There once was a daddy A father of three With a beautiful daughter Who bounced on his knee Her little eyes sparkled Like sunlight on bling
The Dewdrop and the Rose Love is in the morning dewdrop that enfolds his moist embrace ‘Round the newly dawning rosebud as she turns her pastel face
The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper and his dog. Gone his youthful verve and vigour