

Beneath the sky, so vast, so blue,A group of teens seeks something true.In a garden where the blossoms breathe,And leaves… READ MORE
The morning sun spills gold on dew,As blackbirds greet the day anew.A butterfly drifts light and free,Above the blooms beside… READ MORE
By Paul Baldry We wore the colours once with pride,With comrades marching by our side.We stood our ground through rain… READ MORE
A Prose Poem By Paul Baldry It was never a tin bath. Not to us. Once we dragged it to… READ MORE
A Prose Poem By Paul Baldry Every winter, Donkey came to stay. Where he spent his summers in Skegness was… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.