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After a trip to Foyles in London, by Sheila Deeth

Will you walk the streets of London

to a bright and shiny store?

Will you open up the volumes

that are waiting there? And more,

Will you drink a cup of coffee;

Something stronger to your taste?

Will you line up for a meeting

on a wide book-lined staircase?

Staircase in Foyles in London

Staircase in Foyles in London

Will your Zeroes be Divided

on those shelves the whole world knows?

Will you take them to the teller?

Will my fame and fortune grow?

Divide by Zero, print proof

Divide by Zero, print proof

But infinity is waiting

in those poppies by the Tower.

And my London is remembering

a longer darker hour.

There’s forgiveness and there’s sorrow

and there’s hope in every flower.

There is peace if we will see it

and true balance in true power.

Poppies at the Tower of London

Poppies at the Tower of London

If you walk the streets of London

think of them instead of me.


Sheila Deeth has recently returned from a trip to home and family in England. She is the author of Divide by Zero, coming soon from Second Wind Publishing.


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Reading? Why not?

Henry E. Vallely did the cover art for this 19...

When I was growing up In Central Africa in the 30s and 40s reading was the only entertainment we had. Nobody even had a radio to listen to such things as Jack Armstrong, The All-American Boy. The government post must have had cable communication of some kind because Lt. Lebray brought my father a cable telling us my grandfather had died.

Radio 4We were the first to have a radio on our station. It was a short-wave radio, dark grey, almost black in color. It sat in the corner of the living room close to a window. The copper wire that acted as the antenna was almost invisible where it ran out through the bottom of the window.

Outside the window, it ran up the wall, across to the nearest porch pillar and then from pillar to pillar halfway around the house. I helped my father string that antenna and we tried several different ways until we thought we had the best reception.

Half an hour before the news came on we started the 12-volt generator located on the back porch. It was allowed to run for half an hour to charge up the batteries. At five minutes of four it was turned off so the loud putt putting of the two-cylinder engine would not interfere with hearing the radio. Continue reading


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