The children

They would canoodle and swoodleand oodle and boodleand cajole and rumbleand fall  They’d get up and they’d playand dance every which wayand entice everyoneeach one and all  They would no doubt complainwhen they’d suffer some painand bruises and oozesand which  But they’d always get wellcos they’re mother would tell -it’ll heal on its ownwith no […]

Christopher

In Sussex the woods house a bearin Devon bookshops occupy my mindHis name is Pooh – with friendsin store and in the woodsEver mindful there is Christopherwho scampers between simple pleasureswell-mannered yet surrealIn the woods their kinship growslike a leaf upon a treeYet when walking stairsPooh drags his feetplodding as he goesWithout the woods or […]