“Tossing their heads in sprightly dance”

It is once again that wonderful time of year when daffodils abound. The photo above is Ullswater Lake in the Lake District in northern England. It was while walking home to Grasmere along with his sister Dorothy, that William Wordsworth enjoyed the sight of a host of golden daffodils. In fact it is Dorothy whoContinue reading ““Tossing their heads in sprightly dance””

“The good church mouse”

Diary of a Church MouseHere among long-discarded cassocks,Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,Here where the Vicar never looksI nibble through old service books.Lean and alone I spend my daysBehind this Church of England baize.I share my dark forgotten roomWith two oil-lamps and half a broom.The cleaner never bothers me,So here I eat my frugal tea.MyContinue reading ““The good church mouse””

Sometimes

SometimesSometimes things don’t go, after all,from bad to worse. Some years, muscadelfaces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail.Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from war,elect an honest man, decide they careenough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.Some men become what they were bornContinue reading “Sometimes”