

By Paul Baldry An old man stands in a field, alone,Where whispers of time in shadows are sown.Life’s lessons linger… READ MORE
By Paul Baldry In a meadow lush and green,Beneath the summer sun’s warm sheen,Two young hearts, so pure and bright,Walked… READ MORE
Nottingham, Early Spring By Paul Baldry (LongJohn) He stands alone where the hilltop leans,A diamond kite stitched with silent dreams.No… READ MORE
A boy walks down a golden path,Each day a gift, both bright and vast…A chance to cherish, brave, and hold.In… READ MORE
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They ran too late, the train pulled free,A shrug, a sigh… what will be, will be.But fate, that rogue with… READ MORE
In a meadow lush and green,Beneath the summer sun’s warm sheen,Two young hearts, so pure and bright,Walked together, day and… READ MORE
Ink-stained fingers, a poet’s resolve,Crafting dreams with words that revolve“Life favours the courageous” he scribes with might.Sparking flames in hearts,… READ MORE
Worn boots on the path, Marching through the weight of time, Memories of pain. Yet courage fuels each heartbeat, A… READ MORE
Childhood, the playtime of life we embrace,With boundless energy, we sprint and race.But soon we don a mask of grown-up… 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.”