Memories of an Old Man in Exile
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
Category: . Nostalgic
Mama’s Walking Stick
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
Ivory Keys and Silent Pleas
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Island Summer
Forgetful of shouldn’t and don’t we lost ourselves in the shimmer of summer casting off restrictions with our clothes. As …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We …
The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always …
Peter Sidney
16th July 2011 Mr Peter S No. 5 Orchard View Etc. Dear young Master Peter My namesake – This card …