The Blacksmith The blacksmith by his anvil, his hammer in his hand. He beats a merry rhythm upon the hardened steel. Tap, tap, it bounces, up and down, a clear shrill note as old as time. The shoe he forms with an expert eye, as practiced as his old clay pipe.
The Language of Flowers A wish: A cry from the heart A dream: A longing for something good A care: For something lovely
Gary the Grasshopper Gary the grasshopper was such a nice guy. All he wanted to do was to fly and fly. Around and around, and up and down he goes, he bangs off the ceiling and hurts his poor nose.
From Ireland to Uganda to South Africa and all in between Poems for all Reasons which reflects The Musings and Amusings of an ordinary guy is really what is says it is, Poems for all Reasons. It is a reflection of the life and the various moods and humours of the author during the many facets of his life. No two poems are from the same theme or genre of experience, from the seriousness of What land is this I gaze upon to the tongue in cheek humour of Gary the Grasshopper the diversity is extreme to say the least.
