http://slow.writerscafe.org/JoeLittlewood The original writings of author Joe Littlewood en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776100485 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the eve you were born the sky was red rawThe sun a blood orange infringing the fieldsSleep was just a dream so I walked for hours The air was cold, though spring was nearI thought of your mother, I thought of her painOf my emotive ache burning in rapport Will you know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoeLittlewood/2044888/ This is hopefully self-explanatory. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoeLittlewood/2036726/ A poem inspired by a visit I made several years ago to the First World War cemeteries in France. It was so sad and moving to see so many graves. Many of them teenage boys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoeLittlewood/2036249/