STRANGERS IN A BOX
Come look with me inside this drawer, In this box I’ve often seen, At the pictures, black and white, Faces proud, still, and serene. I wish I knew the people, These strangers in the Box, Their names and all their … Read More
The Village Sycamore by George Foster
Hail ! hail ! thou grand old sycamore ! Thou dear old favourite tree! The village would thy fate deplore, If harm should happen thee. I`m pleased to see thee looking well ; Thou blooms as fresh as ever; … Read More
Poem – A nicer chap Fred Rotherham
A nicer chap it’s hard to find, Usually on the bus Sheffield bound he doesn’t mind, All aboard the Stagecoach line, 50, 53 dependent on’t time, He’d travel to town to have his lunch, Returning from pond street pleased as … Read More