Les Littleford Poems
- Avalanche Sometimes the frostbite still tingles And the ...
- A New Grandchild A new baby No More than a new baby A ...
- Ode To Golf Dare you compare it to a country walk? ...
- On Snake Gully Track Moss, trillions of microscopic leaves, ...
- Oranges And Sunshine I sat, tense, with increasing horror, ...
- The Tamar Wetlands The boardwalk runs deep into the wetlands,...
- The Mill On The Supply The gums in the amphitheatre above ...
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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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