Bohemia Village Voice02/5/13 •
By Jonathan Broughton 2 May 2013 Sparrowhawk in St Helen’s Road garden, April 2013 This amazing picture of a Sparrowhawk with its pigeon prey was taken last month in St Helen’s Road. Sue Norton, who runs Cafe Sixty Seven in… Read more
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18/4/13 •
We need your help! We are ALL going on a LITTER PICK to make our neighbourhood a nicer, cleaner, place. Children welcome as we have protective gloves, etc. What better way to teach our children to respect their enviroment! This Saturday… Read more
10/4/13 •
REFLECTIONS ON A RETURN VISIT TO THE CITY There’s something special about the City of London; Something nobody can put a name to; Something different about the atmosphere; But not really the atmosphere we… Read more
10/4/13 •
AWAKENING Body sleeps, Warmth seeps. Sun touches, Skin flinches; Cells waken, Sense makes them. Soul turns, Fire burns; Heart opens, Love… Read more
10/4/13 •
THE OTHERS People are different, we’re not all the same, Amongst us the cripples, the blind and the lame, We take special care, help them on their way As they move around, and we meet them each day. But… Read more
10/4/13 •
MOONSILVER A night made of magic Moonsilver and gold, A night which prophets Had often foretold. The stars shining brightly In Heaven above Brought news to the earth That God is… Read more
10/4/13 •
METAMORPHOSIS The heat is building up. It is so hot now, I can hardly bear the heat. I think I shall have to jump out of this great cone-shaped, trembling, boiling mountain. Now what’s happening? I am floating through the… Read more
10/4/13 •
HE’S COMING! We’re in the 1980s, and things are looking grim To nearly ev’rybody, ‘cept those who look for Him; For He’s coming very shortly, yes, He’s coming in the clouds. He’s coming, yes, He’s… Read more
10/4/13 •
PRELUDE He stood in the market-place of a small country town, slowly adjusting the straps of his accordion, shabbily dressed and swarthy of face, a bright handkerchief tied around his neck, and an old felt hat pushed back off his… Read more
10/4/13 •
YOUTH PASSES I saw a face to-day Which took me back in time, Back to my carefree youth, When hopes were high And love spun fine A cobweb thread of dreams. Spin on, spin on, Sisters of… Read more
10/4/13 •
THE CAT & I After the dinner-hour, and when my children have gone about their business, I am alone with the cat. At such a time I love the cat whole-heartedly because she does not chatter, and cannot record all passing… Read more
10/4/13 •
TREES The Silver Birch is dainty, She has a satin bark, And in the summertime She’s the home of the Lark. The leaves are small and plentiful, Scattered along the twigs, They grow so… Read more
10/4/13 •
REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY Do you still recall John, Tony, Paul? Those playmates of our youth, Now gone to seek Eternal Truth. We may forget awhile, Or spare a tear – or smile When thoughts of olden days Recall… Read more
10/4/13 •
CAPTIVE I lie captive to your beauty, My mothwing joy flutters, Pinned forever to your love. If I turn my back upon you, As a moth can to the sun, You will burn me into being And bury me in light… Read more
10/4/13 •
RYE FOR CHILDREN, 1950 This is the place to be inquisitively young Where mill bewitched with arms upflung A great square window-space inhabits Day in, day out, And every quarter hour about The jolly little… Read more
10/4/13 •
AVALANCHE The sun shone brightly all evening, Brightly in the month of June. It hid behind a large white cloud, Only to re-appear as the moon. The last people had come in After their go on the… Read more
10/4/13 •
BLESSINGS The trees, the flowers, the raindrops, The sun upon the sea, The waves, the sands, the starlit sky, Are beautiful to me. The snow upon the branches Of winter’s leafless trees, The… Read more
10/4/13 •
I SHALL REMEMBER I shall remember One summer’s day. In a bleak December With skies of grey; I shall close my eyes And again behold The lovely radiance Of blue and gold. Shimmer of… Read more
10/4/13 •
I AM I am the fox that runs on the hill, I am the hounds that bay for the kill. I am the babe unborn in the womb, I am the crumbling bones in the tomb. I am the past, the future, the… Read more
10/4/13 •
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TREAT Father never went to Church, but he insisted that the rest of the family did! This was no hardship to me, but my brothers and sisters often rebelled. One pleasure we had each year was the Sunday School… Read more
