by Phil Todd | Dec 30, 2025 | poem of the month
I will never get to see the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but the Laburnum Arch at Bodnant Gardens North Wales is very impressive. I stopped on the road to Babylon To catch up with my breath And sit beside the Euphrates To wash my feet and rest My search was almost over...
by Phil Todd | Oct 25, 2023 | poem of the month
Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...
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