Hugh LoxdaleReflections of PhyllisShe was but a presence In the panoply of flickering time, Now viewed these many years on, A lover, like Philippa, of horses, And in her...
Hugh LoxdaleWaves at Peaceful BaySome of these waves are mighty, Some of these waves are rough, Some of these waves are awesome, Some of these waves are tough. Some of...
Hugh LoxdaleRed TulipsRed, they explode outward in bold array, A riot of colour, a revolution, some might say, They exude energy sucked from the once cold...
Hugh LoxdaleSelfish as a ShellfishShellfish can be very selfish, Remaining clammed up For hours, And rarely communicating with their fellows, Except when feeding, And also...