A heart of gold with love bold, Maketh of this what you will, Don’t spake ill, And doeth task as labour of love, Look above as below, Is your day thus up your night, This poem is not designed to deliver a fright… David A. Robertson 14.02.16
What can be seen is known by those that see.
However, what cannot be seen and still there is worth knowing too.
For it is the secrets of yore that we yearn to find, mining the connections of our lives.
What is forgot before, is more than we know today.
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Twas Carols by candle light tonight, Some might have got a fright, Had they seen me creep up in the night, But those that know be free at the sight, Of me in waistcoated blighty. David A. Robertson, 22.12.2014
When the light recedes, Dark encroaches with a will, Cometh the night to see what can be found, The mind cannot be bound, Whether the dark finds the place it dwells, or not. David A. Robertson, 01.12.2014
Snow is on the road, Snow is on my boots, Snow now, Snow then, Snow flurries from the sky, Snow sticks to the road, Snow Snow Snow. David A. Robertson 29.10.2016
Early Nineties flight to England Born and Bread Fed to the teeth with mighty white What a flight Shriek to the heavens What a flight Blimey we live in Norfolk-South David A. Robertson 05.10.04
