In A Foreign Field
Mud spattered uniforms cross a scarred land Already obliterated by war Trenches criss-cross along fields once green Ripped apart by … Continue reading In A Foreign Field
Mud spattered uniforms cross a scarred land Already obliterated by war Trenches criss-cross along fields once green Ripped apart by … Continue reading In A Foreign Field
I walk over Magdalene Bridge Watching boats tangled on the Isis None can find a way out Yet smiling faces … Continue reading The Streets of Oxford