I live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England, famous for the filming of 'Last of the Summer Wine' TV series. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing poetry. I have played (electric) guitar for many years and I own a collection of these instruments dating back to the 1960's. When asked why I have so many I explain that I intend to sell them all when I grow up. I play all kinds of music but I am frequently requested to play with people who specialise in 1960's era music. With regards to poetry I like to write work inspired by nature although I work with other themes also. I am often accused of being too 'old fashioned' or too 'traditional' but I am able to take it on the chin. 'Some people see a great deal and some see very little in the same things' - Thomas Henry Huxley. I particularly enjoy J.R. Kipling and my favourite poem must be his 'The Way Through the Woods'. I don't have any regrets except the one. I would have liked to have written 'Red, red rose', however, R. Burns beat me to it. (I don't seem to be able to find a way to forgive him for that) .
The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
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The bravest of the brave
Will rise to meet the foe
And fear not who they well may be
As marching on they go.
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The Ukraine rain fell long and hard
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
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There he stood with his painted face;
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place) ,
Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see.
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Where have all the raindrops gone
Spilling from on high?
Which once would fall about my head
But now my head is dry.
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