I was born in Ilford, Essex, United Kingdom in 1950. Married with two grown up sons.
Love Literature, History and Sport.
Lover of poetry from an early age.
TO THE SPRINGTIME MORN The snow is melting now, upon the land beyond, and winters hardness, breaks to springtime flower, for time has breached, the pangs, of dismal morn, and soon the land, will echo songs of love. O' to the warmth and scent of flower, when love is the master of the hour, when the fields are green in the bright of day, when the streams oncemore flow on their way, O' to the springtime morn. O' to the springtime morn, when the days are long, and life is merry, and the trees are full, with blossom cherry, O' to the springtime morn. O' to they who are very busy, amongst the sc...
More..Maxwell Dunlop
Fokestone, Kent GB
Member since: February 2008
Articles Written: 22