‘Yodelling seagulls discuss the April air’

‘Memories reside in the meandering streets of Colchester, Where history murmurs from St. Botolph's side.’

‘In Colchester by the sea's embrace, Lived Granny, with a welcoming grace.’

‘There they stood without direction Wondering where this life could take them’

‘Sixty years ago, when I was a lad, before the housing and ponds, this was all fields.’

‘As my feet fumbled for the dog-eared path I woke night’s breath from its sleep where it had lain down in the grass and crushed daisies into soggy leaves.’

‘Come with me, Share the memory, When celts and Roman’s walked the streets, That are now modern, Between green and stones, The oldest home Britain knows. ’

‘Its pulsating essence beckons me. Whispers ancient stories in my ears, While the salty air kisses my cheeks.’