Poems

Poem

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred childrenĀ 
The children plump and firm within her arms,

Poem

Spring is baby,
bright, fresh and new,
gurgling with the melting snow,
singing with the first cuckoo.

Poem

Thomas Farynor, Baker to the King,
Left his oven burning with the firewood nearby.
The embers muttered, the little flames took wing