By Paul Marsden
1 Station sounds
2 Thirty minutes
3 An English Inquisition
4 Unstoppable, unwhippable
5 Demanding times
6 The Grand Old Man
King of emotions
7 Fighting for love lost
8 The hurt
9 She came in the night
10 Love versus hate
11 Suspicious eyes
21st century thoughts
12 The New Forest
14 Demon drink
16 In control
17 Journey time
18 Tortured search for private peace
20 Single man’s 21st century day
23 Loch of Inchmahome
24 Metal chair 29
25 Eighty at Ligny 30
26 Just War
28 ABC to Blood price
29 Poisoned Play
31 Sky’s eleven
32 Empires then and now
33 The Brits
34 Au Revoir
35 Man O'War
36 Mesmerising Wheel
37 Not a clue
38 Stars of Sorrow
39 Seasonal hair
40 Sirens of Tartara
Evil’s right hand is hate,
Raking the land with conquering love.
I have seen the enormous growth in mobile telephone masts. We all need them for our hectic daily lives but the consumer society triumphs over the countryside.
Locals pine for the past.
A nation of green and copper, bushy forests,
Dropping their autumnal canopies,
Cropped back through ages of agriculture.
Occasional tufts of timber tradition left.
But we are making progress!
New shoots appear across the land
New Forest is thinly spread but growing quickly.
Glinting branches round, smooth and rarely swaying.
Their boughs spindly, spiky, tall and straight.
New Forest’s seeds are bought in every High Street
In a self righteous shriek we cry:
Stamp out the seedlings appearing in our backyard.
Yet we all carry a talking seed with its Big C worries.
And spread the trees of despair.
Better than a whiff of perfume or a love note
So tempting to disappear into your fantasyland
No ticking but time is moving on,
Single man’s 21st century day
Eighty at Ligny