The Romans too were keen on building walls
To keep out Scottish immigrants and balls
But the Vikings got their genes into our pool
I am one, be careful, I am cruel

Hadrian’s Wall. the moss ,the ancient bones
Undeciphered like our old grave stones
Looking West we see the Solway Firth
Quiet and tender like the ancient earth

In the East is Berwick on the Tweed
The Tyne is further South and then the Tees
The grandeur of the Pennines makes eyes leap
Estimating sizes,watching sheep

If the Scots desire to cross the wall
We will not shoot them down nor make them crawl

I am like him.. untidy and lover of books.He brought up his children alone after his young wife dies

http://www.jgballard.ca/media/2001_literary_review.html

http://www.jgballard.ca/media/1970_sept11_guardian.html

Those evenings the sky turned pink
We were happy, lying in the grass
watching the sun set
arms around each other

.Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are often wrong.
They need more training

I shall remember you
in that timeless moment
in between two raindrops
in between two tears