

The Unwritten Chapter There once was a youth with a page,An unwritten chapter of age.Though the ink might go wrong,Still… READ MORE
Verse 1 There once was a line, finely spun,Where life and its grammar were one.With pauses that teach,And commas that… READ MORE
In the corner,where shadows play,a boy sits,wrapped in stillness. His poetry bookshold life’s lore,each quiet wordunlocking unseen doors. The sun… READ MORE
A boy walks down…a golden path. Each day — a gift,both bright… and vast. A chance to cherish…brave… and hold.… READ MORE
Searching the Lines, I imagine what it would be like if the face I saw in my mind stepped beyond… READ MORE
This poem reflects my life with my wife, a journey that has stretched across forty-eight years of love, service, and… READ MORE
Children of the Hedgerow Sun paints orchard gold,small hands reach for ruddy fruit—apples, pears abound.Pockets heavy with sweet spoils,laughter drifting… READ MORE
Old rope creaks,golden air hums,tyre circles wide.Sun warms hands,dog waits close,guardian at his side. Dust storms rise,tail thumps joy,summer cannot… 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.”