The Spider And The Fly “Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly; “‘Tis the...

  We call them Ladybirds in the UK…. A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry...

  Whilst waiting for our friends in Southport last weekend we stumbled across this little farm and of course I...

  I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is...

  Without lips You are doomed to silence Waiting on the shelf For a breath of life To pass through...