Thank God in England we have got free speech…
Tag: Meg
Great was my wonder when my first poem…
It is with gentleness Death’s fingers close…
Between close friends I’ve seen the quick sly glance…
Sometimes it seems that animals…
Sometimes I’m envious of cows…
Three Almond trees have blossomed in the square…
‘Tis women’s way, or so they say…
I’ve donned my erstwhile snow-white coat…
The lady sitting over there…