The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The sun was yet again hiding, amplifying the breeze.
The road was a ribbon of tarmac that led through Cannock Chase, 270 more words
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Results of the competition to win a print copy of "My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems" by Kevin Morris
On 8 June, I launched a competition offering my readers a chance to win a free, signed copy of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, 62 more words