Sample poem from anthology.

THE BIRD HOUSE

Ripe ivy climbs the garden wall, green flower fingers bunched, berry-like.

A wooden bird house by the gate waiting for pigeon, robin, magpie,

Each morning filled with corn and seed, a tasty breakfast for all to feed.

A squirrel leaps from garage roof, sits, grey tail aloft, to choose and chew.

The busy sparrows wait their turn in thorny bush – their hiding place.

When large birds leave they nip inside, pecking and picking, then flit away.

A mouse finally tries his luck but there’s nothing left in the bird house.

 

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I am a retired schoolteacher now writing novels on the Sussex coast where I live with my husband. I record for the Voice of Progress talking newspaper and am the publicity secretary for the Worthing Friendship Centre. I also give talks on my life and works to local groups.

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