

Your smilehas always been a mysteryto me. A quiet riddleresting gentlyon your lips. When it appearsyour eyes shinelike distant stars.… READ MORE
Winter Mischief at the Brickyard Every winter, like clockwork,he’d turn up—this old donkey,like he knew exactly where he belonged. Right… READ MORE
Between Dawn and Dusk Morning breaks—the world wakes up,Soft colours rising in skies above.The air feels rich with promise and… READ MORE
Still That Boy There once was a lad sat in Carlton town,By an old oak tree where he’d often sit… READ MORE
“The Boy Who Wrote His Way Home” Ink-stained fingers, a poet’s resolve,Crafting dreams in lines he evolves.“Life favours the courageous,”… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be”
“I spent my youth chasing the future.
Now I sit with coffee and watch—
others run toward theirs.”“The young chase tomorrow with urgency; the old watch it arrive —
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
with patience.”