Poet Introduction I compare poetry to painting, believing that I lack any drawing/painting skills but believing my imagination and training in writing has enabled me to transfer my love of visual art to the written word
Leaves have begun to change colour and the air smells of fresh rain.
I spot sheep grazing in the distance in clusters of twos and threes.
Out of nowhere comes a memory of a radio programme I heard as a child and I think of folk rambling in the countryside with flapping cagoules and chipped flasks of milky tea, braving the rain and the wind and the hills before stopping for their sandwich lunches on the trail, the voices on the radio singing in unison, the people content as they sing these simple songs.
The signpost for the town appears, and the brief surge of...