Lines to a departed Friend
An inch, a foot, a yard, a chain
a mile and many another
Apart in body, yet in vain
for Spirits join together.

The written word rubs out the mile
and leaves a chain between us
The spoken word conveys a smile
'Tis but a Yard between us.

A mile, a chain, a yard, a foot
an inch, a little over
Thoughts do our hearts together put
as bees come close to clover.

The bidden thoughts wipe out the yard
and leaves an inch between us;
Then Spirit's self unites, unbarred
The living souls within us.

Stepping Stones
The water is deep, for faltering feet
The slippery stones are wet and unkind
to the weary heart and the tired mind:
The water is cold, to the unbold.

"Help me to try" - The stones stand high
The rippling water is cool and slow
to the heart and mind that is ready to go..
To such a prayer, the stones rise clear.

The Enemy Within (The Thatcher Years)
Our Maggie went to Hungary
to breach the steel partition,
But what about the hungary
who die from malnutrition?

And Maggie stayed in Hungary
to loose the iron bands,
but what of homeless refugees
in war-torn distant lands?
Then back she came from Hungary
Right through the iron curtain,
To England, home, - and Cheltenham
where freedom is uncertain.

So she is home in her abode
in London, London merry,
But home is death in Falls Rd.,
Belfast and Londonderry.

Later she went to Poland
to the city of Gdansk,
to smile with trade unionists
and smirk amongst their ranks.
"Please talk with Britain's T.U.C"
"THE ENEMY WITHIN - NO THANKS"