Encounter


I was inspired to write this poem after an encounter I had with a homeless man in a bus shelter in Sand Bay, near Weston-super-Mare, on Sunday, June 29th, 2025.

Old homeless man
I tried to help you
Disheveled and smelly
I only wanted to put food in your belly
You shunned my kindness
But it’s all good
I don’t know your soul
I don’t know your story
I see you are troubled
But you conceal your glory
Within the flesh
We are brothers as one
We were both born, and
Will one day both be done
It’s impossible to help everyone
It’s a soul’s right to refuse
So, as you journey forward
May your angels guide you
I wish you well my lost brother

Roll Hills Roll


Roll hills, roll

With your chameleon-like colours

Ever changing, with each passage of time

What secrets do you hold?

 

Roll hills, roll, roll on

Bask in golden sunlight

Be cooled by the rain

Allow the elements to sooth your pain

 

We share the same father, you and I

Yet my brothers and sisters beat your brow

 

Roll hills, roll

Take refuge in your beauty

Drink from Mother Nature’s cup

Eat at her table

 

Celebrate your glory

time and time again

In the overcoming of human inflicted adversity

 

Roll hills, roll, roll on

And roll on again

Roll on into eternity

Beautiful Earth

Beloved friend