An Englishman’s Prayer


Today I am sharing with you one of my most favourite poems: Lord, when I die, please let it be in Spring, ūüĆ∑ Let me see the swallows and hear a robin sing; ūüź¶ Help me to my window to see a butterfly ūü¶č And watch the dreamy spiral of a lark up in theContinue reading “An Englishman‚Äôs Prayer”

Ode‚ÄĒAutumn Thomas Hood (1799‚Äď1845)


I I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless, like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;‚ÄĒ ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†5 Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of goldenContinue reading “Ode‚ÄĒAutumn Thomas Hood (1799‚Äď1845)”

Oh, to be in England!


This title is the first Chapter of “The Way to St. Werburgh’s”, and oh! Is it just the perfect title. “It was 1819, perhaps a year of destiny. George III’s long reign was drawing to a close; his granddaughter Victoria was born, later to be one of the greatest rulers of the British empire; andContinue reading “Oh, to be in England!”

A Collection of my favourite poems


Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning: silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open untoContinue reading “A Collection of my favourite poems”

A “Sunday” Poem


To Daffodils BY ROBERT HERRICK Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray’d together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, asContinue reading “A “Sunday” Poem”

Blush of Spring poem


Blush of Spring by Dawn Crabb (my grandmother) ¬†¬†¬†¬† Faint light of day creeps over the hill Pale moon hides and all is still Bending blackboys bristle there Green spears flung to the scented air Sea of daisies sweeping high Rainbow riot from the sky Frogs are silent, birds on the wing Bushland is calling,Continue reading “Blush of Spring poem”

Novel Writing Festival

Monthly Festival : Turn your book into a movie and get it seen by 1000s of people. Or garner FULL FEEDBACK from publishers on your novel and help your next draft. Or get a transcript video of your novel performed by professional actors.

DONALD STUART

Donald Stuart (13 September 1913 ‚Äď 25 August 1983) was an Australian novelist whose works include stories with Aboriginal backgrounds, and a series recounting his experience as a prisoner of war in Burma in World War II.

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Novel Writing Festival

Monthly Festival : Turn your book into a movie and get it seen by 1000s of people. Or garner FULL FEEDBACK from publishers on your novel and help your next draft. Or get a transcript video of your novel performed by professional actors.

DONALD STUART

Donald Stuart (13 September 1913 ‚Äď 25 August 1983) was an Australian novelist whose works include stories with Aboriginal backgrounds, and a series recounting his experience as a prisoner of war in Burma in World War II.

EXQUISITEEMMALISAS FASHION

My Fashion Collection

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