A Twisty old tree beside the Welsh Harp

An Edwardian Dolls' House

This dolls' house was made for my mother and has been played with by four generations of children plus their friends.

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Autumn in Montrose Park


The leaves were so brilliant last Autumn.

Ancestors

We are part of those who went before,

Back, back, to that unknown,

Uncomprehended beginning.

They were, and we are,

Always divided yet always joined

By a centuried procession of struggling forebears,

Heralds of today.

It has all led to now,

To us, people of modernity,

Who still battle with instincts

Of the tribe. Eternity tells us

There's not so long between us.

They are at our shoulder.

Some of yesterday's snow.

Food Or No Food

Every day I see the crowds doing their shopping,

Walking on the pavements with their trolleys,

Loaded high with foods of great variety.

I come home with our food,

More than we truly need.

At home I see the news;

Often shown are skeletal people

With beautiful, huge-eyed babies,

Stick limbed.

No food.