Hymns Are The Poetry Of

Now If The Harvest Is Over, And The World Cold, Give Me The Bonus Of Laughter, As I Lose Hold.

History Must Not Be Written With Bias, And Both Sides Must Be Given, Even If There Is Only One Side.

Approval Of What Is Approved Of Is As False As A Well-kept Vow.

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.

Topography Is One Of My Chief Themes In My Poetry, About The Country, The Suburbs And The Seaside. Then There Comes Love... And Increasingly; The Fear Of Death.