by Phil Todd | Apr 20, 2021 | archive
An old friend of mine who was quite a bit older than me was fond of saying that as he walked passed the cemetery that he knew more people on the other side of the wall than this side. With that thought in mind I composed this poem. I’m walking passed the...
by Phil Todd | Apr 16, 2021 | archive
Cuba 2014 Take me to the waterfall So I can see it cry Weeping for each moment That quickly passes by Flowing over pebbles And running through the glades With oxygenating bubbles And ripples that will fade Majestic in its beauty While singing out its praise...
by Phil Todd | Apr 9, 2021 | archive
Bodnant Gardens North Wales I’m Just A Guardian Perhaps I’m just a guardian, of everything I see. And really own but nothing, for all in life is free. From flowers in the garden, to little birds that fly. Each thing it has its moment, within this world to lie...
by Phil Todd | Apr 2, 2021 | archive
Our Cuban Taxi March 2014 My Transport Slender is the thread That lets me dwell inside This gift of radiant beauty Each living cell provides I thank them every morning For hosting all my joys As they provide the carriage My loving soul employs They walk me through my...
by Phil Todd | Mar 26, 2021 | archive
Philip, James & David Todd Parting Friendships Who can know the distance When we are far apart We can’t measure it in miles For that’s not the way to start Its measured in the moments When we bathe within a smile Or the sound of someone laughter That’s delivered...
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