Ruth, Page 3

Pussy Willow (Salix caprea)   Come Spring, when candyfloss is on the bough, Pale green and sweet; April is coming now. Spun …

February Blues   I’ve got those February blues. The rain and the floods. And the mud and the ooze. I’m standing in …

By George! Poor Dragon   There was a tale in times gone by Of how a valiant knight Destroyed a dragon and …

Adlestrop?   Do I remember Adlestrop? The name? I actually don’t. Because, in truth, I’ve never felt the urge, And it’s quite …

I Ain’t Goin’ Out Tonight   I ain’t goin’ out tonight. The moon is wonky, and it don’t seem right, And it’s …

The Uselessness of Foxes   What use is a fox? He does not what he ought. He murders for pleasure. He slaughters …

Too Close to Paradise   Last night, outside our house, Death arrowed down Out of an ink-black sky, Onto a blood-stained road. …

The Manuscript   I came across this manuscript Whilst sorting out one day A pile of dusty documents I thought to throw …

The Pottery   It’s just a wooden chalet. Nothing special, you’d suppose. There were some who were sceptics. I was never one …

Down at the Fisherman’s Cottage   Down at the Fisherman’s Cottage, By the sparkling Shanklin Bay, A yarning of Storytellers Is spinning …