“Down the chimney,
‘neath the door
through the keyhole
more and more”
Among all of my father’s poems we found over the years, only one was written specifically for Children – “Wee Ann’s Fairies“.
Although it is unquestionably a “childrens poem”, as ever, the story that lies behind it shows it to be a whole lot more than that. Never [...]
Although the poem “The Knitter” had always struck a special chord with me that eventually led to the book of the same name, being objective – if that’s possible with your own family – it wasn’t my dad’s “best” poem. His war time poems would vie for that honour, and as always, there’s a story [...]
There’s a story worth knowing about behind each of my dad’s poems, and over time I plan to tell them all in this blog. To get things going, I wanted to start with a real piece of history – part of his world that you just don’t find anymore – at least in Britain.
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It struck me as I started on my latest blog that – unsurprisingly - I know a lot about my father, and that it might be useful to flesh out a few details for the vast majority of people out there who don’t! Reading The Knitter will tell you all of course, but even then, [...]
