Into the world of willows weeping I wander   wondering   when or where I will smell the salt air   exclaiming;   so long to bewildering scenes of why   declaring;   yes, we share in the lover’s cry   and under those willows we can be seen   gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled

Limerick XIV

I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven I said; Pete; I want my wife I would have kept my old life If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin