Poetry

Wider

Wider than the river’s sigh, Wider than the sky’s own blue, Wider still the thoughts that fly— Beyond the narrow, tried, and true. Wider lanes of market streets, Where cyclists weave with cautious

Yodel

On hills where mist and memory twine, A voice climbs up the craggy line— A yodel sings, both wild and free, From valley low to lofty peak. It leaps like lambs on

Uncap

Uncap the bottle, let the amber spill, A slow, amber tide that twists the glass, Each drop a memory, bright and still, Recalling summers that would not pass. Uncap the pen, and

Bumpy

On a winding country lane, the lorry shudders, wheels complain, each pothole sings a gravelly tune, a jolting waltz beneath the moon. My tea sloshes in its chipped cup, while laughter bubbles, never to stop.

Major

On the parade ground, crisp and neat, A major stands with steady beat, His scarlet sash a vivid hue, Reflects the sky of Oxford blue. He commands the troops with quiet grace, Each

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