Bogbean Poems - Poems about Bogbean

...When the woollen industry died, the reservoir that fed the old mill, became disused. The water meadow at its head became a swamp. Developers, who want to build houses everywhere, take one look......Read the rest...

...FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 2 Lady’s mantle with butcher’s broom dwarf cornel cotton grass so thin, yellow travellers joy,with buttercup on sunspurged ,petty whin. Creeping jenny over silverweed g......Read the rest...