After studying English and Education at the University of York, I have taught in the Channel Islands, Scotland, the Bahamas and Australia. After emigrating to Australia with my wife Sue in 1977 I have taught in Geelong, Melbourne, Portland in South West Victoria. I was predominantly an English teacher but for the last 26 years a Principal.
Since retiring Sue and I worked for a year in ... more »
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Les Littleford Poems
Sometimes the frostbite still tingles And the memory clicks into gear After 44 years I still hear the shadowy scream As Simon flew batlike over my head
A New Grandchild
A new baby No More than a new baby A special bundle of genetic miracles
Ode To Golf
Dare you compare it to a country walk? Dismissed by some a sadly wasted day, But this of course is ill informed, the talk Of those ne’er to have shared the joy of play,
On Snake Gully Track
Moss, trillions of microscopic leaves, Carpets rocks and leaves In the sheltered depths of snake gully.
Oranges And Sunshine
I sat, tense, with increasing horror, and my mind returned to my childhood days in the church choir when, every Sunday,
The morning mist surprises, its delicate long fingers sliding silently, surreptitiously in from the river
The South Esk
From the Northern slopes of Ben Lomond the South Esk flows south west
From the river it peaks at you, peering around the modern, practical, concrete highway. But from the Gorge its arches form the perfect backdrop.
Along the towering walls rocks and leaves share common hues, now russet autumn washed by late rain, glinting in the between clouds sun.
Floodlights flatten the rock enhance its height cloak surrounding trees in inky black
Beneath King’s Bridge foam from the cataract forms intricate patterns. A weather map on the otherwise glassy surface.
The Tamar Wetlands
The boardwalk runs deep into the wetlands, Vehicles scud silently down distant roads But we shielded by towering feathered reeds
The Mill On The Supply
The gums in the amphitheatre above the fall will have seen it all.
It is a special place. Each daily walk providing new perspectives
Comments about Les Littleford
Sometimes the frostbite still tingles
And the memory clicks into gear
After 44 years I still hear the shadowy scream
As Simon flew batlike over my head
Fighting needle sharp
Spiralling swirling Spindrift,
Combating the mind numbing
It was about midnight when time seemed to stop
The light would ever come.
My mind played games
As the wind howled
And we lived our individual nightmares
Separated by darkness
Connected by fear and rope