I love poetry, I have some more poems on a separate page.


"The Lord God planted a garden in the first white days of the world,
and he set there an angel warden in a garment of light enfurled.
The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the bird for mirth,
one is nearer God's heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth."

Poem by Dorothy Frances Blomfield Gurney (1858-1932)


By Madeline Bridges

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true,
Then give the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need,
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn,
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thoughts outborne,
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave,
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.




Each in His Own Tongue

    A FIRE-MIST and a planet,
    A crystal and a cell,
    A jelly-fish and a saurian,
    And caves where the cave-men dwell;
    Then a sense of law and beauty
    And a face turned from the clod --
    Some call it Evolution,
    And others call it God.

    A haze on the far horizon,
    The infinite, tender sky,
    The ripe rich tint of the cornfileds,
    And the wild geese sailing high --
    And all over upland and lowland
    The charm of the golden-rod --
    Some of us call it Autumn
    And others call it God.

    Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,
    When the moon is new and thin,
    Into our hearts high yearnings
    Come welling and surging in --
    Come from the mystic ocean,
    Whose rim no foot has trod, --
    Some of us call it Longing,
    And others call it God.

    A picket frozen on duty,
    A mother starved for her brood,
    Socrates drinking the hemlock,
    And Jesus on the rood;
    And millions who, humble and nameless,
    The straight, hard pathway plod, --
    Some call it Consecration,
    And others call it God.

    William Herbert Carruth

Ghosts of Dreams

    WE are all of us dreamers of dreams,
    On visions our childhood is fed;
    And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
    By ghosts of dreams that are dead.

    From childhood to youth's but a span,
    And the years of our life are soon sped;
    But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
    When the first of his dreams is dead.

    'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
    When the doom of a great man is said;
    And the best of a man is under a pall
    When the best of his dreams is dead.

    He may live on by compact and plan
    When the fine bloom of living is shed,
    But God pity the little that's left of a man
    When most of his dreams are dead.

    Let him show a brave face if he can;
    Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
    Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
    When the last of his dreams is dead.
  • William Herbert Carruth



  • Invictus

    by William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903

    Out of the night that covers me,

    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

    I thank whatever gods may be

    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance

    I have not winced nor cried aloud.

    Under the bludgeonings of chance

    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears

    Looms but the horror of the shade,

    And yet the menace of the years

    Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,

    How charged with punishments the scroll,

    I am the master of my fate;

    I am the captain of my soul.



    The photographs I have used are a) my own, b) used with permission, or I have used some in good faith, which I believe are in the public domain. 

  • Would you like to bring your Yorkshire into your own home, if so, why not join The Yorkshire Expats Forum on the below link?:-


    This forum was formed on the 1st of August 2000, appropriately Yorkshire Day.  It was originally intended for Yorkshire folk who had emigrated and wanted to keep touch with home.

    However, there is no restriction, I joined on the 15th August 2000, never having lived away from Barnsley, it is a great place to be, we discuss, we debate, we have laughs and we have fun.

    Why not give it a try, you will be very welcome.

    Featured Products

    No featured products
    company car insurance » contents insurance natwest » general insurance nashville tn » visalia insurance » cancel insurance policy » aa contents insurance review » california earthquake authority quote car insurance quotes »« car insurance quotes »« cheap auto insurance »« auto insurance quotes »« auto insurance »« cheap auto insurance »« car insurance quotes »« auto insurance quotes »« auto insurance quotes