In 2002 a revised edition of 'Marshwood Vale' was published incorporating most of the poems from the previous 2 volumes and illustrated in full colour. Five of the poems are reproduced below, together with some of the etchings from the book.
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REMEMBRANCE DAY
I can remember when the poppies grew
In scarlet drifts about the shepherd's folds,
But nothing beautiful will ever grow
In all these weed infested fields.
Shall we forget in future barren years,
That where the nettles and the ragwort stand,
There bloomed, in other years, much finer flowers,
And once these fields with richer hues were stained.
THE SUMMER WOODS
Spring passes like a storm, and her
Fecundity subsides;
But life still burgeons in the woods,
For though the bluebell tides
Have ebbed, the foxglove spires stand high
About the wandering rides.
The nightingale is mute, but still I hear
Across some murmuring glade,
The soft monotony of doves
Half drowsing in the shade.
But Summer days will soon be gone
And Summer flowers will fade;
For even now, when night winds cause
A tremor in the fir,
And from the tangled undergrowth
The ghostly nightjars churr,
I feel within the sleepless woods
The breath of Winter stir.