Day 317
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading