The Couple P.O.M. May

Their fingers touched so gently You really could not tell The thoughts that passed between them As if it were a spell You may have seen them often Strolling around the town But now their gait is slower At eating up the ground Although you did not know them They always...

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...