The Country Verger by Raymond Holt The pansies never smiled today The daffodils grew shorter, As if they knew she wouldn’t be round To change their ...

Mother's Hallway by Raymond Holt This is the hallway leading to her front door, That opened onto a country too often at war. The stone step had no ...

When I found home By Raymond holt I arrived in Cranleigh, In the Spring of seventy three. Four cars were in the High Street, Strange to the likes of me. ...