Poetry from 1995

A collection of poems from 1995.

Autumnal

The corn goddess looks after the harvest morn, A burst of golden yellow. The whirling leaves dominate the mature sun. Gradually she weaves her golden gown of mellow,

Golf

What a crazy game to play to hit the ball as far as the eye can , then have to go and look for it in a bunker or up a tree. There's so much room along the fairway, this time hit it straight,