February 2022
"THE STONE
The stone has always sat there
In the corner of the sill
The stone has always sat there
So quiet, so dry, so still
The stone has always sat there
Watching the world pass by its door
The stone has always sat there
Come sun, come rain, come war.
It’s seen the sun pass over
Showing soldiers between the trees
It’s seen the sun pass over
As many drop down to their knees
It feels the breeze upon it
The smell of battle in the air
It feels the breeze upon it
Through cracks that once weren’t there
The time has come for freedom
To leave this resting place
The time has come for freedom
To heal mans great divide
The time has come for freedom
To see the great outside.
It feels the sun
It feels the wind
It even feels the rain
Oh how it never wants to be there
Sat back on that sill again"
9th February 2022
Peter Pangbourne
.........................And at the going down of the sun we will remember
16th February 2022
Paul Aldred
A sense of loss ...
23rd February 2022
Ian Clark
EYES ON THE MONEY. I don’t play the lottery and I am not “smart” as in the poem below! I always like keep my eyes on the money.
