Sunday 27 December 2015

Ferdy



Ferdy is so wild — a Victorian fox,
We've had him quite some years;
Every bit as ferocious as he looks,
He's still of boundless cheer. 


Wednesday 23 December 2015

The Eve of Christmas Eve




On the eve of Christmas Eve
Twenty-one years today;
In dense fog we did leave
And set off for the bay.

Farewell toxic town
Now turned brown;
Goodbye half my life.
I take with me a wife.

But leave all else behind.


Heavy mist still kept us blind
When we reached the place
Where beach and sea laced
Our view until the next day

When all things special we did find.




  

Thursday 10 December 2015

The Pianoforte



The Pianoforte

What can I say
About A A
Other than he
Could play
Easily
Every day!

The pianoforte
Was his way
To be 
Happy.

He'd have been
Ninety-seven
Had I seen
Him play
Today
On the pianoforte.