There are some of my father’s poems that always feel right. For me, his deeply lyrical sense is at its most affecting when held within a poetic framework. One of the most strongly felt poems Coming Into The Clyde is…
There are some of my father’s poems that always feel right. For me, his deeply lyrical sense is at its most affecting when held within a poetic framework. One of the most strongly felt poems Coming Into The Clyde is…
A garden gracious, serene and spacious at Lambeth –
This is the dream, the vision that shall be its crown
I’ve never killed a Marquis in a fight,
Nor led a lovely lady’s feet astray
Come death suddenly from the sea or cloud,
With the blast of thunder and the blinding shroud,
Spring, at a bound. Once more the colourful chorus,
Daffodils first declare their lyric yellow,
With joyless spade I dig the tiny grave
Asking, who made me lord of life or death?
Come down from that Crest! It’s Australia Day, Emu –
We just want to say, mate, how much we esteem you.
Gone away, away,
Suddenly at a word departed,
..You they found fallen, holding a garden hose,
Where, year on year, you watered, weeded, nurtured things to grow.