• The day George Best died, The pubs stayed open all day. The mourning after.
  • Winter’s discontent; Leaves lie on frozen rivers. Robins watch, bereft.
  • In autumn’s faint dawn, They kneel in puddled goal mouths, Repairing their nets. These fishers of goals, Threading and weaving their craft, In lonely silence. Soon the crowds will throng, Cheering on the village team, While they mark the clouds. In rain splashed sunset, They bring their dripping catch home: Ignored and alone.
  • On holiday in the Pyrenees, We all talked about Arthur Mee’s Encyclopaedias and all our yesterdays so long ago And what a debt we all owe To those august volumes, numbered one to ten That we all studied way back when We learned to read by firelight Down on the carpet by the fireside bright, […]
  • Above L.A., People watch themselves on TV Watching them selves on TV. In England, People don’t watch TV football matches, Where people are not there watching football matches.