Sundays in the Fifties P. O. M. April

This months poem is a nostalgia look back to a time when everything seemed more simple… . Sundays in the Fifties Was such a different place Laptops weren’t invented And mobiles not a trace We seemed somehow more healthy Than we’d ever been before And shops were...

Old Father Time, Seashells & Solar Lights 30.03.2022.

Old Father Time Ask me a question for I will not lie I know everything he said with a sigh Why water is wet and continually flows That’s an easy question if your in the know Why winds move around and never stand still I’ll tell you reason if you’ve time to kill And...