: About Me

I was born in England, brought up in South Africa, moved back to my base in England then travelled much in Asia and Africa. Keen on maths,science and all manner of literature; brain slowly moving right hemisphere-wards in middle age. I'm an anarchist at heart. I like to plough my own field. Slowly discovering Wildwood which I hope to explore and write about.

My passion is ...

Wildwood

My parents always told me ...

Do it anyway...

My childhood ambition ...

To be an Astronomer

My favorite memory ...

Sunday afternoons as a young child with my family

Why I write ...

To please myself

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Russian poetry, Derek Walcott, Steel Eye Span, South Pacific

My first job ...

Milk delivery man

My best moment ...

Birth of my children

My inspiration ...

The universe and what's in it and especially what's not in it!

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey

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The Angel There's an Angel That dwells hereabout; I saw him late one night Drifting by the reed-bed With a lonely lantern light. I heard his voice Far off; A low and gathering sound That set the world shaking As it echoed to the ground. Then I saw him dancing On the surface of the lake; And his long fingers beckoned me Will you join the dance? Asked he. But I thought about it Much too long And he faded from my sight; Leaving just the question Hanging through the night.

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