Born in 1916 during World War One, whilst father Percival was a P.O.W. in France. Middle daughter of three girls, Kathleen spent her early childhood on the Sussex coast and after father returned in 1918, the family moved to Stroud in Gloucestershire. Father was a self employed tailor and mother Alice ran a tea shop to make ends meet. After training as a nurse at Hammersmith Hospital, Kathleen married Alan Ross in 1939 and has six daughters. She was widowed in 1978. more »
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Poem Tree (For Rupert Brooke)
I dreamed of Poem Tree that grew
Purple fruit like passion's flood
Blossomed ripe as so mysteriously drew
Not Earth's sap: but drops of blood.
I dreamed my Tree took flight and fell
To root again in ancient place,
Where flowers weave a magic spell
For those who plead for Heaven's Face.
I dreamed the fruit and then the flower
Changed to hemlock in which glade,
Black witches brew within the hour:
Where harvest moon shows dead night shade.
Last night my Tree spoke soft and low
A melody of silver tongues,
Its leaves, a motion made to show:...