Ken Setter Poems
- Then Land Remembers The rooms of my Granny's Echoed with ...
- The Voice Of Midnight Samuel Becket was once asked how the ...
- On Palace Walls I walk the empty streets Cold, dark, ...
- My Father My Father was a Yoric kind of man Of infinite jest...
- A Time To Write So Poet, Words do not come easy
- The Snow Tree The Snow Tree. Embracing whiteness she ...
- Night And Morning Night and morning I would Hear the ...
Ken is a member of numerous literary groups including the Fellowship of Australian Writers (NSW) inc.
The Screw Soapers Guild.
Poetry Alive, a group of Liverpool (New South Wales, Australia) , poets who have met for weekly readings since 1985.
Has travelled widely since migrating to the fair brown land in 1956. Born in London of Welsh parents he is proud to... more »
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The Snow Tree
The Snow Tree.
Embracing whiteness she stands.
A lover waiting.
Her petticoat green barely visible
beneath the bridal gown.
I remember, oh how I remember
when first we came across the tree.
Our tree we called it,
how young we were.
It seems like only yesterday
we cut a cupids heart upon its bark
and made a pact with spring
to resist the autumns rust.
We stood knee deep
in buttercups and bluebells.
The tree sprouting fresh buds
of hope of world reborn.
So long ago, and seasons change
so quickly ...