A Biker's Funeral
(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce
The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees
A Camera Has The Trick Of Freezing Time
The photo’s small and rather creased but there
We are, a family group in black and white.
A camera has the trick of freezing time.
We’re posed before a boat outside our house,
A Rat In Springtime
It was a lovely day,
The hawthorn hedge
Was coming into bloom
And on the lawn
Goodbye Two Thousand and Four,
Bombs, disaster and war.
A Secret Whisper
I rarely go by bus but when I do
For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back.
Today the bus was crowded like a zoo,
My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
This is our yuletide wish for you—
May you find light in winter’s skies
May you have peace in the midst of strife
May you have joy where sadness lies