The disaster of the British Army,at Dunkirk France,was a most disturbing episode in my life.Hence my disrespect for Politicians,for they were to blame.
This is another one of my first poems. Surprisingly, its about trying to live a productive life knowing that my father was/is a failure...
There is so much said in this piece that it is best for the reader to interpret it for themself.
In the 1930's it was not unusual to see large numbers of ponies,herded up for working the mines.
This one is old. I must have been 13 or 14 when I wrote it, if I was even that.
Life is like a house with many rooms. When one door closes, it is not necessarily forgotten.
Ageism.
