by Phil Todd | Apr 20, 2022 | archive
Bluebells Nod As I Pass By Hoping that, they’ll catch my eye For spring is here without surprise As sleepy shrubs they come alive Birds at dawn so sweetly sing And bring a newness to all things Old Jack Frost has given way In time for springs seedling display What...
by Phil Todd | Apr 14, 2022 | archive
The Flat Earth Poem I’m waiting for that moment When day and night they meet To see just where the sun goes Beneath the sea so deep It really isn’t very far As you will plainly see Just over the horizon And out of sight from me One day I think I’ll chase it To take it...
by Phil Todd | Apr 6, 2022 | archive
The Garden Invader There’s a squirrel in my garden And its eating all my nuts Hanging from the feeder In a way that I don’t trust The pigeons in their numbers Simply stand and stare And watch their morning breakfast Vanish in thin air That bushy tailed invader Really...
by Phil Todd | Mar 30, 2022 | archive
The Angels Have Me Covered The Angels have me covered In everything I do No matter where I wander They are there to see me through Where would I be without them? Well really I don’t know For whatever be my lessons They never fail to show They offer up their guidance...
by Phil Todd | Mar 29, 2022 | archive
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...
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