Sometimes the nights are far too long by Raymond Holt Sometimes the nights are far too long And the truth won’t let me sleep Sometimes I speak before I ...
Cranleigh Magazine
Time to move on by Raymond Holt Perhaps now is the time to let the past go And let it look after itself I should look to the future and what it may hold ...
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. ...
