Speculative

Sir David Attenborough is a wonderful man
He is a credit for his generation
His excellent...

I see the tiny bud that opens

I hear the bird that sings

Amidst the season of Summertime...

I will gently hold the hands of this child, for she will no longer close her beautiful brown eyes or cover...

I write about this and that and one another..

From those lazy, hazy memories of my long lost...

I’ve climbed clout sat on clouds I’ve feared doubt confessed those heights out loud
Swam the drought...

She is a worrier about worriment as she worries everyday

Her anxieties of agonising, apprehension...

I was a little girl sat at home watching television with my Mum and Dad

Back in my bygone...

Amidst one hundred thousand white wings and chorus’s of “Hallelujah” prayers

The Angels of the...

I looked up to heaven
It made me so glad
Amongst all the angels
Was my Mam and my Dad...

At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry
explaining how yours...

When tears pour forth from golden hearts
And spill, as ink, across the page,
We cannot help...

Time is so easily just frittered away

Wasted are those precious moments

Our memories of...

She looks in sadness at his face
An expression of a troubled soul
His personallity has...

First appearance can be deceptive
An immediate falsify
A fudged fabrication
from...

When things get tough oh oh where's Joe?

In Delaware last we heard...

He came back very...

I want to write of wonderment to blow away your mind

But then again where on earth is such a thing...

In the witchery world of inky black 🐺

In amidst a wooded copse the wild wolf howls

With...