High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ….
Newsletter
As I stumble through this life,
help me to create more laughter than tears,
‘She longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing’
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
I had a penny, A bright new penny
