Andrew_siddle
Bronze Member

Andrew Siddle is a poet who has been writing poetry since the year 1983. In all these years he has written a number of poems revolving around nature, New Age Culture, Classical history, folklore and contemporary life. His poetry is always fresh and interesting. Sometimes written in humour and sometimes more serious. www.sirandrewsiddle.com

Joined: June 2022 Last seen: 2 months ago

Submitted Poems 16 total

Economy, Geronomy, where to Next? Economy, Geronomy, where to Next? ____________________________________ Give me a glass of interest rates spiked, I'll tell you a tale of prices that were hiked. Fluctuating value & folks that want some more, knock them down "a tad" till we... – *by Andrew Siddle*	3 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
Reflections of Time Don't cry for me if the wind blows through my soul, it whistles sweetly of the times gone by it stole, times of love and times of strife and hate, still it blows as cobwebs tear our fate. Don't feel distressed if my eyes show flames of old, ... – *by Andrew Siddle*	5 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
Come up and see me Come up and see me to talk of old times, of folk we knew and the bell that chimes, half a league on from where I have been, half a league on from what you had seen. To talk of moments trapped in space, and idle gossip seen in it's place, a... – *by Andrew Siddle*	2 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
Lyonesse Revisited When time was young there was a land, on Albion's scene both green and planned, with fields and hills and streams to the sea, and orchards lush with apples free. The sun it shone and the wind it blew, and the days and nights of time just flew, ... – *by Andrew Siddle*	2 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
He's Going Bodmin! Cairns of stones mirrored the way, by fields of wild grass, and trees, and hay, and horses so wild that they scatter on sight, of all those who approach be it day or night. Where's our Joe then, old Jack did shout, Oh he's gone Bodmin, he... – *by Andrew Siddle*	0 Views added 6 months ago	Rating