by Phil Todd | Jan 25, 2021 | archive
I’m waiting for the bluebells They’re not that far away As I go down in my garden To check for their display Alas I think I am early To see those little bells But I know where in my garden Those little flowers dwell They’re just beneath the heather That keeps the...
by Phil Todd | Jan 22, 2021 | archive
The first poem is a nod towards all the knick-knack’s and junk I have managed to acquire and hid in cupboards in the belief that one day they will become useful. Working through the clutter Of things I’ve put away Forgetting what it looks like But may use again...
by Phil Todd | Jan 14, 2021 | archive
An old and a new poem. In a world of endless changes Were nothing stays the same God’s love is like a beacon That everyone can claim His joys he spreads around us With gifts both far and near His message full of caring The deafest ear can hear Some think they...
by Phil Todd | Jan 8, 2021 | archive
This time of year when the snow and rain falls and the air is chilled with a fierce bite I cannot but feel sorry those people who are homeless at this time. Too often have I walked passed them without a word. I forget that sometimes a smile and a moment of my time...
by Phil Todd | Jan 1, 2021 | archive
Propped up by pillows with his head in the past thinking of moments that went by so fast faces and places all left behind in a time of such hope where age was so kind each line on his forehead tell its own tale of a life that was lived without measure or scale now at...
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