CELEBRATING SIXTY YEARS OF COMPOSING POETRY It was sixty years ago when I wrote my first four lines of a poem in English. This was called The Fireplace. I was t

Jennings decides to build huts out of reeds and branches. He and Darbishire are thrilled with them. They include a patented ventilating shaft, a special drainag

In a house by the sea there happily live a dog, a cat and a mouse. Well, happily enough until a stranger knocks on the door one night, offering them each a spec

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