The Carousel…


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The horses spin on the carousel,

Capturing their riders in their spell,

Children eating candyfloss on their backs,

Racing along invisible tracks.

Holding tightly to their mane,

Around they go and around again,

The Wurlitzer plays its merry tune,

By the light of the sun and the merry moon.

When midnight strikes the horses run free,

Across the fields down to the sea,

To join the waves and frolic there,

Away from people and the noise of the fair.

Their magic released they gallop as one,

Until darkness fades and the rise of the sun,

Returning quietly over hill and dale,

The horses keep their secret tale.


Christmas Cheer…


It’s Christmas time,

We should be full of cheer,

Decs hanging up,

And a fridge full of beer.

But spare a thought,

For those we miss,

Their loving arms,

Their gentle kiss.

It’s hard for some,

To feel delight

When their heart is breaking,

Out of sight.

Light a candle,

Say a prayer,

Hold them dear,

And they’ll be there.

What is the point…


They cried and they died,

Became shadows and ghosts,

Fighting a bitter war.

And yet we live our contemporary lives,

Without thought or care of the past,

Instead we ask:

What is the point of a sunset?

What is the point of a snowflake?

What is the point of me?

From the graves of those past,

They would answer as one,

The point my dear is you are free!


Will’s War…


I’ve written a children’s book,

About a boy named Will,

He travels to the past,

Where he needs his wits and skill.

For children over 7,

And the young at heart,

Will’s stuck in World War II,

His life has come apart.

I hope you really like it,

The adventure and the thrill,

Of going on a journey,

To see what happens to Will.

It’s available for pre-order,

For just £7.99,

Just comment on this page,

And a copy I shall assign!



My heart is all a flutter

My breath just comes in gasps

Is it really true?

Or are they having a laugh

I’ve double-checked my email

And even printed out

The message from a PUBLISHER

I know it’s rude to shout

But I’m so excited

That they want to chat

I’m running round the house

Yelling like a prat

I really must stay calm

And wait quietly for the call

What if they want to tell me

It’s rubbish after all!

Perhaps I’ll do some cleaning

Dust and polish too

I really hate the waiting

It’s like an interview

I must pull myself together

Hold tightly to my heart

Oh how I hope they call me

Before I fall apart.



I am stuck

Locked in the past

A time of laughter and joy

So many happy memories

Childhood spent without a care

I wish I’d known

I wish I’d savoured every moment

It’s going now, fading, blurry at the edges

Like my memories

I’m scared

Scared that one day I won’t remember

I won’t smile, laugh or shed a tear

When looking back

At what once was…..