Me at Texas Instruments, Bedford, with Lady Soames (Winston Churchill"s daughter) looking down my microscope, circa 1960s. In the background Bill Hatty, with moustache and MD Dudley Saward.

Poppies at Tower of London

Another Elstow morning.

Early morning in Elstow village

THE RED POPPY (What it represents to me)

THE RED POPPY. (what it represents to me)

The red poppy is a symbol,
In memory of the dead.
Many killed in bloodiest battle,
For whom sad tears are shed.

The red poppy is a symbol,
Of their sacrifice, sublime.
They must never be forgotten,
Despite the march of time.

The red poppy is a symbol,
and remembrance is the core.
It conveys our deep respect,
not celebration of a war.

The red poppy is a symbol,
Of freedom, hope and peace.
Wear it with pride and hope,
One day, all war will cease.

Copyright   Ann Wilson

WEIRD GOINGS ON?

Something strange is happening on this blog of mine. Posts have been disappearing, about 4 or 5. I haven't deleted them and the titles are still there, which is very odd,.

Stranger than fiction, you could say,


 WATCH THIS SPACE,   In case it disappears!

WICKED WINTER! A poem by Ann Wilson

WICKED WINTER! (A poem from Winter's perspective)

I am the winter weather;
It's my delight, to freeze your nose.
I'll make you shake and shiver
and put chilblains on your toes!

I am the winter weather
and I'm not very nice.
I'll make you slip and slide about,
when I turn my snow to ice.

I am the winter weather;
I hope you'll sniff and sneeze.
A hacking cough and choking splutter,
as I spread my viral wheeze!

I am the winter weather;
Creeping up on you - I'm stealthy!
"Forgot your cod-liver oil? Ha ha!
 I'd rather you weren't healthy!"

I am the winter weather;
maybe you should stay indoors.
All cosy by your roaring fire,
safe from my evil claws!

      "HAPPY FREEZING!"